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The Bloody-Handed and The Anguish of Loving Them - Epilogue.

Summary: Almost a year has passed since Eddie Munson died and it feels like the only person that isn’t moving on is Steve.

After spending the night studying a Dungeons and Dragons handbook, Steve is convinced he’s figured out how to bring Eddie back. Not only that, but defeat Vecna once and for all too. Now he just has to prove it.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Masterlist: Here.

Chapter: 10 of 10.

Chapter WC: 5.6k.

CW: Swearing.

This story can also be found on AO3 here.

Taglist: @ohmeg 🖤

July 14th, 1987 .

“My, oh my, Mr. Harrington - thou dost look ravishing on this fine evening.”

Steve smirked and adjusted his tie. “Mr. Munson, you flatter me.”

“One’s wit and charm knows nay bounds.”

“Eds. Voice.”

Eddie let out a small chuckle as he made his way over to the car door being held open by Steve. “Sorry. You know I go all medieval when I’m nervous.”

"Aw, you’re nervous,” Steve teased.

Eddie fastened his seatbelt and picked anxiously at the skin around his fingernails while Steve got settled in the driver’s seat.

“Would it help calm your nerves if I told you I had this?” asked Steve, reaching into the backseat to reveal a walkie-talkie with a large grin plastered across his face.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Don’t get me wrong, Dustin’s finally starting to stand up for himself a lot more but I highly doubt he’s going to be able to come to the rescue when half of the people at Enzos realise they’re dining with the town’s murderer.”

“It isn’t Dustin on the other end of this and you’re not a murderer.”

“Yeah, well they still think I am, don’t they?” Eddie answered with a grumble, snatching the walkie out of Steve’s hand and pressing down on the receiver. “Hello?”

“Eddie?”

“Hopper?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Everything okay? Steve only left about half an hour ago, surely they’re not sharpening their pitchforks already.”

“Oh, um, no. Everything’s fine.”

“Alright, kid, enjoy your date. You know where I am if you need me.”

If looks could kill, Steve would’ve died right there in Eddie’s driveway.

“Steve, we can’t do this. Let’s just go inside and watch a movie or something.”

“Yes we can and we’re going to have a great time,” Steve countered.

Eddie ran his hands through his curls and rubbed at his temples. “Are you sure? Because I can think of, like, a million reasons not to go out tonight. Half of the town still wants to see me dead because they think I’m the head of a serial killing cult and the other half that doesn’t probably will once they realise I’m on a date with a guy. Aren’t you nervous? What if your dad finds out?”

“Are you done?” Steve asked, waiting patiently until Eddie nodded. “If anyone says or starts anything, anything at all, then all I have to do is get Hop on the radio and he’ll be down there in a heartbeat. He cleared your name the second he was reinstated as Chief, so the whole town can think what they want but at the end of the day you’re not a criminal in the eyes of the law. As for my dad, I don’t care anymore. I’ve spent too long letting him dictate my life. I love you and I want a life with you. I’m not hiding to make other people happy.”

“I’m definitely a criminal in the eyes of the law. Hopper would know,” Eddie smirked.

“Fine. You’re not a serial killer then,” he answered, chuckling as he took Eddie’s hand in his. “I mean it, Eds. I want this and I don’t care who knows it. Now, would you like to go and get some of the finest lasagne that Hawkins has to offer with me?”

Eddie stared at Steve for a couple of seconds, a soft grin slowly growing on his face. “I would.”

They spent the night talking each other’s ears off and laughing like they were the only two people in the entire restaurant before heading back to Eddie’s to sink a couple of cold beers with Wayne, Elizabeth’s blues records on in the background.

It was the best first date that Steve had ever had.

June 16th, 1988.

Eddie had been running around the house as frantically as a headless chicken all morning.

“Did you iron my robe?” he called from the bathroom which he’d been locked away in for the last thirty minutes.

“For the third time, yes,” answered Steve, the slight roll of his eyes earning a small chuckle from Wayne.

“And do you know where my cap is?”

“It’s on the kitchen counter. Come on, Eds, hurry up or we’re going to be late.”

After another five minutes of twiddling his thumbs and exchanging anxious looks with Wayne, Steve finally heard the lock on the bathroom door click open.

“What do you think?” Eddie asked, presenting himself to Steve and Wayne for a thorough inspection.

“I think you haven’t looked this well-groomed since you were about twelve years old. You feeling okay, kid? Let me check you haven’t got a fever,” Wayne answered, mockingly holding the back of his palm against his nephew’s forehead.

With a quick swipe, Eddie knocked Wayne’s hand away from his face. “Oh, ha-ha. Come on, I’m being serious. Do I look okay?”

“You look very handsome,” Steve answered with a smile. “How much hairspray did you use?”

“I’ll get you a new can.”

“That was full before you got your mits on it!”

Eddie laughed. “You’ve brushed my hair before. You know how hard it is to tame these curls.”

“Fair point. Get dressed, man, we’ve gotta go. Everyone’s waiting for us.”

-

Steve checked his watch for the final time as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the newly refurbished Hawkins High School.

“Ceremony starts in fifteen minutes. They’re all over there waiting for us, come on,” he instructed, pointing over to the party and Hellfire Club members eagerly awaiting their arrival. “Jonathan’s got the camera.”

The large group had barely had time to exchange greetings or pleasantries before Jonathan had begun ordering them about and putting them into position to get all the photos he had written down on his list.

“I want the individual shots first, then Hellfire, Eddie with the girls, Eddie with the guys, the group shot, and then family. Got it? Okay, good. Dustin, you first.”

It hadn’t taken long for Jonathan to work down his list, reaching the last items with five minutes to spare.

“Mr Munson, do-” Jonathan began.

“How many times do I have to tell you, kid? Call me Wayne.”

“Wayne, would you mind taking the group shot for me? Then I’ll get a couple of you and Eddie.”

They all lined up against the wall, Eddie in the middle and the taller members of the party on either side of him, the younger and shorter of the group crouching in front of them.

“Okay, ready? Smile,” Wayne asked, clicking the shutter on the camera. “Jesus, Eddie, I said smile. What the hell was that? Let me take another one.”

Jonathan took the camera from Wayne and positioned him next to Eddie, instructed them to smile, and snapped a couple of photos of the two together.

“All done. I’ll get these developed for you tomorrow. Maybe the day after depending on how hard Eddie has us all partying tonight,” Jonathan told them, beginning to tuck his camera back into its bag.

“Not so fast,” said Wayne, stopping him in his tracks. “We need one more. These are family photos, aren’t they? Get in here, Steve.”

With the final photo taken, the large group filed into the auditorium to find their seats.

Steve was beaming with admiration for his boyfriend when Mr Higgins called him up onto the stage to receive his diploma, even if Eddie did flip him off right after and run straight into Steve’s arms cackling like a madman.

September 3rd, 1992.

Steve had never seen Jonathan so stressed out.

Between accepting deliveries, taking multiple phone calls with various vendors, and trying to keep Joyce’s motherly tendencies at bay, the poor guy had barely had a chance to eat breakfast or take a sip of water all morning.

“Here, eat this,” instructed Steve, shoving a granola bar into Jonathan’s hands. “You’re white as a ghost. You feeling okay, man?”

“I feel sick,” Jonathan admitted, fumbling with the packaging. “My hands haven’t stopped sweating all morning.”

“Eat that and go outside for some fresh-”

Jonathan’s phone began to ring for the umpteenth time that morning, cutting Steve off mid-sentence. “Hello? Yes, this is Jonathan,” he answered, once again exiting the hotel room to take a nervous lap of the corridors.

Eddie appeared in the doorway, staring down the corridor after Jonathan. “Jesus, he looks more nervous now than he did in the Upside Down.”

“He’s about to marry Nancy Wheeler, what did you expect? Besides, what sort of a time do you call this?” Steve asked sternly, looking at his watch.

“Technically not late,” he answered, the smirk on his face disappearing.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute.”

“Could you?” Eddie asked, holding out his bow tie for Steve to fasten.

“I could… But you were late.”

Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically. “Please?”

“Joyce!” Steve called loudly, knocking on the wall.

“Steve, no,” Eddie reasoned frantically. “Steve-”

“Joyce, we need your help!” Steve called again, slowly retreating to the doorway to greet her.

As they heard the door to the hotel room next door open and close, Eddie let out a deep sigh, bracing himself for what was about to happen.

“What’s wrong, Steve? Oh, Eddie, sweetheart,” Joyce began, looking him up and down. “You look lovely. Have you been borrowing Steve’s hairspray again? Your curls haven’t looked this tame in years.”

“Yeah, well, it is a special occasion,” Eddie answered, glaring at Steve.

“I need to go check on Jonathan, I think the caterer just called. Could you help Eddie with his bow tie, please?”

“Of course,” Joyce answered, walking over to Eddie with her hand outstretched. “Give it here, son.”

Steve lingered in the doorway for a moment, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as Eddie stood there awkwardly, trying his hardest not to fidget with the inevitably too-tight bow tie around his neck, each attempt at adjusting it earning a quick swat of his hand from Joyce as though she was trying to get rid of an annoying fly.

It had been a shock for Eddie when Joyce and Hopper inevitably accepted him into their little makeshift family of waif and strays with open arms, something which, many years later, he was still not used to.

He wasn’t a stranger to motherly love by any means. His mother, Elizabeth, had always been hands-on and caring when he was younger, eagerly doting on him from the moment he was brought into the world. She shared all of her kindness and compassion with him, along with a strong sense of justice and a love for music, fundamentally shaping him into the man that he would later become. Then she passed away when Eddie was six, leaving him to also be shaped by the cold, cruel hands of his father, Alan. So, a stranger to motherly love he was not - perhaps more like a distant friend.

“It’s fine, Joyce. Really,” Eddie reasoned, still trying to struggle free from her grip.

Joyce pursed her lips and stared at Eddie for a second, causing him to instantly relax and make his peace with the situation. “I just need to straighten it out, it’s crooked.”

Making his way down the corridor still chuckling to himself, Steve found Jonathan talking on the phone with the uneaten granola bar in his hand. “Jonathan Byers, you give me that phone right now,” Steve ordered, his hand outstretched. “And eat, for fucks sake. You look ill.”

-

The ceremony went off without a hitch.

With the guests in their seats and the bridesmaids and groomsmen in place, a beautiful piano rendition of ‘Here Comes The Bride’ started to play and Nancy, her arm linked with Ted’s, began to make her way down the aisle. As expected by absolutely everyone, Jonathan began to blubber the second he laid eyes on her.

Once vows were exchanged and rings were on fingers, the newlyweds, along with their friends and family, made their way into the beautifully decorated Reception Hall to begin celebrating.

After a couple of hours of photos, drinks, what could only be described as a small feast, many speeches about the happy couple, and a cake cutting, Nancy and Jonathan were called up to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife.

As ‘Head Over Heels’ by Tears For Fears began to play, Jonathan wrapped his arms around Nancy’s waist and began to sway, mouthing the words silently, unable to take his eyes off of her. Halfway through the song, the guests were called up to join the couple.

Eddie took Steve’s hand in his own and guided him to the dance floor, the two of them swaying along to the music.

“Marry me?” Eddie asked, his voice merely a whisper.

“What?” Steve replied, dumbfounded.

Eddie looked at him softly. “Marry me?”

“You know we can’t get married, you big idiot.”

“Not right now, obviously. But one day, whenever those stupid fuckers at the Supreme Court decided we’re worthy of loving each other, marry me?”

Steve stilled for a moment and looked into Eddie’s big, brown eyes. “Like you even have to ask.”

January 24th, 1997.

Living life on a bus was something that Steve was sure he’d never be able to get used to.

Constantly being within arms reach of at least six other people, not to mention being able to smell them and their bathroom habits, for eight weeks was far too much for him to handle. A couple of days in the Winnebago with the party was enough to make him reconsider the whole ‘six kids and a road trip to Yellowstone’ thing, the bickering alone would have been insufferable, but a week on a tour bus for a two-step plan to surprise his fiancé for their upcoming tenth anniversary was very much doable in Steve’s book.

He’d first surprised Eddie by driving to Ohio and waiting outside the venue for the band to finish playing and come to sign autographs. He’d been in for a bit of a surprise himself when he learned that he too was now semi-famous purely because their relationship had gone public, a large number of the crowd outside asking for his autograph on posters of Eddie’s face while they waited. Damned gossip rags had nicknamed them ‘Steddie’ and plastered a photo of them holding hands on the front page.

The moment the doors opened and the band stepped outside, Steve got lost in the chaos and scrambling of screaming fangirls fighting to get to the front. Resigning further backward down the queue with his Eddie poster gripped tightly in his hands, he waited patiently alongside the calmer members of Corroded Coffin’s fanbase. That was another thing Steve was sure he’d never be able to get used to - fan culture.

Eddie, who had barely looked up from the last poster he’d signed due to the intensity of the line, hovered his pen over the picture of his face. “Who should I make it out to?”

“Steve.”

“Okay, Steve, here you go,” Eddie mumbled, scribbling his signature on the poster. He tucked the pen behind his ear and with an outstretched hand, finally made eye contact with Steve for what Eddie had dubbed ‘the thirty-second rule’ at meet and greets. “Holy shit!”

“Surprise!”

Eddie pulled him close into a long, passionate kiss, earning a few wolf whistles from the remaining crowd, before maneuvering him toward the crew and gesturing for someone to get him a pass. He very politely, although rather quickly, signed the rest of the posters and posed for pictures before telling the crew and his bandmates to make themselves scarce for an hour, dragging Steve onto the bus by the collar of his shirt before he’d even finished his sentence.

A text from Eddie’s manager an hour later revealed that the rest of them had gotten rooms for the night and the two of them could have the bus to themselves. Another text arrived two minutes later telling him not to break anything and to tidy up before morning.

His second day on the bus had been spent listening to an impromptu songwriting session whilst they drove to New York, arriving at the hotel three hours later. Luckily for him, New York had sold out so quickly that management had arranged another concert for the following night, meaning that Steve got a small break from squeezing into a bunk and could get a night’s sleep in an actual bed.

The morning of day three was spent nursing a hangover, thanks to one of Eddie’s after-parties with the entire crew, and trying to get a minute alone with Gareth regarding step two of his plan. When Eddie finally felt brave enough to go outside and attempt his morning cigarette after breakfast, Steve seized his chance and leaned in close enough to Gareth to ensure he wouldn’t be overheard. “The eagle is in the nest. Operation Switch is a go.”

Gareth beamed up at him. “Man, I can’t wait for this. His face is going to be a pic-”

“I can’t do it,” Eddie announced, making his way back to the table looking pale. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

At ten to eight that night, Corroded Coffin congregated backstage to begin their pre-show ritual for good luck before they began to hype themselves up to go onstage.

“Eds, can I borrow you for a second?” Steve asked, gesturing for Eddie to join him over by the spare amp he was sitting on.

“What’s up, handsome?” Eddie asked, adjusting the strap on his guitar.

“I know it’s early but I’ve got an anniversary present for you,” Steve began before Eddie promptly cut him off.

“Early? Shit, Steve, it’s months away. I haven’t even begun to think about what I’m getting you.”

“I know, I know, but I have to give you it while we’re here in New York. It’ll make sense, I promise.”

“Do I get it now?”

“Later.”

“Harrington, you tease,” Eddie answered, eyeing him suspiciously. “Right, I gotta get up there. Wish me luck?”

“It’s gonna be a great show regardless, but good luck,” Steve answered, kissing him on the cheek before pushing him back toward the band.

As always, Corroded Coffin put on a great show. The songs were heavy and the stage effects were hot, quite literally, ever since Eddie decided they needed to include pyrotechnics in the set. Eddie sang his heart out and jumped around the stage during solos, his energy radiating into the crowd as they jumped up and down, screaming his lyrics back at him.

Halfway through the set list, Eddie’s actual surprise arrived backstage with a VIP pass around their neck.

“You ready?” he asked as Eddie began to finish up the song.

“Hell yeah.”

As the last few chords faded out and the crowd began to applaud, Steve stepped out from behind the curtain and made his way to the center of the stage. A perplexed Eddie furrowed his brow at Steve as he stole the microphone from him.

“Let’s give it up for Corroded Coffin everybody,” Steve declared, causing the crowd to erupt again.

“What the hell are you doing?” Eddie asked, completely unaware that Gareth was sneaking off stage behind him.

“Sorry for the interruption, ladies and gentlemen,” Steve began, turning back to the crowd. “But I’ve got a little surprise for Eddie here and for you too. If you could all turn your attention to my left here and give a big round of applause for an honorary member of the band, I’d like to introduce none other than Ronnie Ecker to the stage.”

Eddie’s face looked exactly how Steve had thought it would as Ronnie walked over and hugged him before settling behind the drum kit. A mixture of pure shock, happiness, and overwhelming gratitude.

“You sneaky little shit,” were the only words he could find as he placed an arm around Steve’s waist and guided him back to the side of the stage. “Thank you.”

October 7th, 2014.

The doorbell would not stop ringing.

“You go,” Eddie argued, half asleep.

“You go, it’s your turn,” Steve retorted, pushing Eddie’s sprawled legs off of him and out of the bed.

Eddie let his body go limp as he slid onto the floor, landing with a small thud. “You go.”

Steve sat up and glared at him. “You’re already out of bed.”

“Fine,” Eddie sighed dramatically, picking himself up and walking towards the door.

“Pants,” Steve called after him, throwing a pair of boxers at the back of Eddie’s head before flopping back down onto the pillow with a satisfied grin.

No less than a minute later, Eddie flung himself back onto the bed face down. “It’s for you,” he grumbled.

Steve sat up again and his eyes landed on a rather excited-looking Robin and Vickie stood in the open doorway.

“Jesus, guys, it’s eight o’clock in the morning,” Steve said, his eyes now fixed on the alarm clock on his bedside table. “Surely whatever you’ve got to say could wait until a more godly hour.”

“Didn’t you hear?” asked Vickie, so giddy she was bouncing up and down on the spot.

“Hear what?” Eddie grumbled, his face smushed into his pillow.

“The Supreme Court declined to consider the appeal in the Baskin vs. Bogan case,” Robin answered.

“Buckley, for the love of God, get to the point. I should still be asleep,” Eddie argued.

“Fine. This should wake you up a bit,” she answered. “Same-sex marriage is officially legal.”

Eddie shot up, his eyes now wide and fixed on Steve. “Courthouse?”

“I guess I’d better find my good suit then, huh?”

-

After a long three-hour wait outside the Courthouse with Robin and Vickie, as well as fifty other couples, Eddie and Steve were finally at the front of the queue.

“Fill these forms out and take them to that window over there,” instructed the clerk, handing Eddie some papers from a large stack in front of him and pointing to the other side of the room.

“You don’t even know why we’re here,” replied Eddie, one eyebrow raised.

The clerk looked up at Eddie, glanced toward Steve, and then back to Eddie. “I’m going to assume you’re here for the same reason as everybody else? Getting hitched?”

“Yeah.”

“Fill these forms out and take them to that window over there,” he repeated. “Next.”

The two couples filled out their paperwork and made their way over to the other window, their identification and fee money in hand. With everything processed and appointments made for an hour later, they wandered out onto the street to find some food to kill the time.

“I’m gonna call Nance and get them down here,” Robin told them after they situated themselves on a bench to eat their food.

“Reckon we should call the lads?” Eddie mumbled through a mouthful of hot dog, promptly spilling mustard on his tie. “Shit.”

Steve grabbed a napkin and wiped it away, shaking his head as he smiled at Eddie. “Probably should, we’ll never hear the end of it if we don’t.”

“Ring Joyce as well, I can’t bear the thought of being told off by her again. I’m not gonna lie, she scares me a little bit.”

“Me too, Eds. Me too,” Steve replied, already dialing her number.

An hour later, in a small room filled with friends and family, Steve and Eddie stood hand in hand before the officiant.

“Steve, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Eddie, take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“By the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Indiana, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom.”

“Gladly,” Eddie responded with a glint in his eyes, pulling Steve in close.

March 3rd, 2015.

It had been three weeks since Steve had got the call from the adoption agency confirming that he and Eddie were going to be parents.

He’d got the call at lunchtime and ran straight to the principal’s office, blurting out ‘I’ve gotta go. Now. Can you sort a substitute for the rest of the day?’ before bucking it to his car and racing home to tell Eddie the news.

“Who died?” Eddie asked, panic-stricken at the sight of Steve flinging the front door open so quickly he thought it might come off its hinges.

“No one,” Steve replied, panting slightly.

“What’s got your undies in a bunch then?”

Steve threw his bag on the ground and loosened his tie. "Janelle called.”

“Oh god. The application fell through, didn’t it?” Eddie assumed, running his hands through his hair. “I knew it.”

“Eddie-”

“It’s because I keep going away, isn’t it? Maybe I should cancel next year’s Europe tour?”

“Eddie, look at me,” Steve told him, taking his hands in his. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Shut up, we are not.”

“In three weeks, we get to bring Oscar and Rose home.”

“No we’re not, you’re lying,” Eddie answered, tears welling in his eyes.

A tear rolled down Steve’s cheek. “I promise you, I’m not. We’re gonna be dads.”

They’d begun decorating the two spare rooms along with buying furniture and everything thing else they’d need almost instantly, along with recruiting the help of Nancy and Jonathan who, in Eddie’s opinion, were ‘pros at the whole parenting thing’ after raising three children to be ‘somewhat normal’ people.

After two days of staring at paint samples, they opted for baby pink on the walls in Rose’s room and ocean blue in Oscars. Surprisingly, the painting portion of the preparations was rather unstressful given Eddie’s previous history of dramatics when it came to decorating. After four different colours on the living room wall in two weeks when they’d first moved into their new house, Steve had vowed that he would never paint again. The stress came in twofold when it was time to build the crib.

As the days passed, the two had become increasingly more anxious. If they weren’t bickering about what furniture should go where they were bickering about the usefulness of bottle prep machines and diaper bins.

“I just don’t see why we can’t put them in the normal bin,” Steve reasoned for the third time.

“Are you going to walk all the way downstairs to the kitchen bin after you’ve just changed a shitty diaper, half asleep, at three o’clock in the morning?” Eddie argued.

“Yes.”

“Liar. I still think we should get one.”

“Fine, but you’re building Oscar’s bed by yourself.”

“Gotta be easier than the crib, right?”

“I doubt it,” Steve answered, placing an allen key in Eddie’s hand with a smug grin on his face. “Have fun. I’m off to work.”

With a week to go, Steve called an intervention after finding Eddie repainting the banister at four o’clock in the morning.

“It needed doing,” Eddie defended.

“Eddie, babe, come on,” Steve reasoned.

Jonathan let out a chuckle. “Reminds me of the time I found Nance scrubbing the kitchen floor in the early hours when she was eight months gone with Barb.”

“See!”

“He’s nesting, Steve. It’s normal, trust me,” said Nancy.

Steve raised an eyebrow at her. “You know he’s not pregnant, right?”

“Of course, I do. I know how biology works. That doesn’t mean he can’t nest. It’s just one of those expectant parent things.”

“Cleaning the kitchen is normal, I get that, but Oscar can barely reach the banister and Rose can’t even crawl yet let alone get up the stairs by herself.”

“Just let him have this, Steve,” Jonathan told him, clapping a supportive hand on his shoulder. “And thank god you’re only doing this once.”

“Hey! I was nothing short of delightful during my pregnancies,” Nancy replied.

“Of course, darling.”

The last few days flew by and before they knew it, they were standing on the front porch watching Janelle walk down the garden path with the handle of a car seat in one hand, Rose bundled up inside of it, and Oscar’s hand in the other as he skipped along beside her.

Steve had always thought his love for Eddie knew no bounds and that he’d rather die than lose him again, but at that moment, looking at his three-month-old daughter and his four-year-old son, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he’d use Eddie as a human shield to protect his children if it ever came to it.

5th September 2024.

Steve pushed his reading glasses further up the bridge of his nose, placed his book on the bedside table, and got out of bed.

He should be tired. He knew he should be tired but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t seem to drift off, a promise he’d once made over three decades ago weighing too heavily on his mind.

It had been a very long day.

A suggestion made by Eddie over their morning coffee that a picnic in the park with the entire party would be a great way to both catch up with friends and let all the kids blow off some steam seemed like a good idea at the time. That very same good idea would later turn out to be full-blown chaos.

He loved his family, really he did, but there were only so many times you could hear the words “Dad!” or “Uncle Stevie!” followed by some variation of “They did this!” or “They did that!” without questioning how much of your sanity was still intact at the end of the night.

They’d piled into the park at dinner time. Robin and Vickie were already there, waiting for them with an eager wave. Jonathan and Nancy arrived five minutes later, their children and the newest member of the party, a granddaughter named Joy, in tow. One by one the rest of the party and their small tribes of children and grandchildren arrived, half of which were traipsing behind in typical pre-teen fashion. It would appear that hanging out with your parents and their friends in public isn’t considered “a fun way to spend an afternoon” these days, even if one of them is a world-famous rock star.

It took two hours for all hell to break loose.

“Who’s idea was this again?” Jonathan mumbled, an ice pack from the cooler held against his eyebrow.

“Eddie’s,” grumbled Steve, Lucas, Max, and three of the teenagers.

Eddie peered over the top of his book to address the group. “Come on, guys. We’re having a great time.”

“Are we?”

“The kids are and I suppose that’s what matters, right?” he countered. “Besides, you took that truck to the brow like a champ, Jonathan. You ought to be glad you took that ring out of it.”

Jonathan cringed at the reminder. “It was a phase. We promised not to talk about it again.”

“Phase?” queried Nancy, finishing up tying her umpteenth shoelace of the day.

Barbara raised an eyebrow at her father. “You were twenty-six and you kept it in for ten years.”

“Will, how’s the new house?” he asked quickly, changing the subject.

They sprawled out on the grass for hours until the sun began to set.

The eldest of kids sat away from them, deeply engrossed in an impromptu game of Dungeons and Dragons led by Oz who, much like his father, always had a bag of die handy and could create a campaign on the spot. In between playing with and taking care of the many children that were terrorising the nearby play area, the adults talked and laughed amongst themselves, catching up on all things life and work.

After three tantrums from three different children all within the space of ten minutes, resulting in two bumps to the head and a grazed knee, Erica made the executive decision to disband the group.

It was on the way back to the car, his husband’s hand resting in his and their children strolling beside them, that the promise was brought back to the forefront of Steve’s mind.

“Dad, can I go to Jackson’s tomorrow? He wants to carry on playing D&D,” Oz asked.

“Yeah, sure, but only if it’s okay with Max. I’ll drop you off on my way to Wayne’s,” Steve answered.

“Can I come too, Oscar?” asked Rose.

“I told you not to call me that,” he replied, prompting a chuckle from Eddie.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “Can I come too, Oz?”

“Maybe.”

Eddie unlocked the car and opened the door, still chuckling to himself quietly at his son’s outburst. “So, you’re going to Wayne’s tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied, climbing into the car. “I promised I’d cut the grass for him. You know he can’t do it himself now that he’s getting on.”

Eddie let out a chuckle. “You two and your promises. I swear, you’re over there every other day helping him out with something. You get on better with him than I do.”

“I’m a man of my word. Kids, seatbelts.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m not sure if you remember but a long, long time ago you promised to tell me a story. I’m still waiting.”

Steve pondered for a moment, snippets of memories from the Upside Down flashing through his mind. “I did, didn’t I?”

So that’s why later on that night when Steve couldn’t sleep, his mind heavy and his heart full, he found himself sitting in front of his computer staring at a blank document instead of sitting in his usual spot on the porch. To keep a promise he once made a long, long time ago.

Tell Eddie all about The Bloody-Handed and the anguish of loving them, and how every single second was worth it.

A/N:

Elizabeth Munson, Eddie's mother, is a character from from the book 'Stranger Things: Flight Of Icarus'. We learn about her briefly and about how she passed away.

Ronnie Ecker, Eddie's childhood best friend, is a character from from the book 'Stranger Things: Flight Of Icarus'. She was the original drummer for Corroded Coffin and a member of The Hellfire Club until she graduated in 1984 when she moved to New York to study Law.

★★★★★★★★★★

And with that, we're done.

I've had an absolute blast writing this and as happy as I am that it's finally finished, I can't help but feel a little sad to be closing the book on this story and its characters.

I'd like to take a moment to thank everyone who has left likes and reblogged the story. I truly hope that you enjoy the ending as much as I have and that I've done it justice.

Thank you. 🖤

[ranboolivesaysstuff]

TELL US MORE ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SEQUENCE PLEASE it sounds so interesting /gen

(and as someone with aphantasia i’m fascinated how tf do you do it lmao)

Ok AS A DISCLAIMER I AM NOT AN ACTUAL FILM MAKER YES THIS MAY SOUND LAME AS HELL IVE GOT NO CLUE WHAT IM DOING ALSO I DONT KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT THE FNAF LORE SO APOLOGIES IF I GET ANYTHING WRONG

Okay now that that safe guard is in place.

Okay so it starts out with like rain preferably facing towards the sky

The camera then pans down to reveal the restaurant, neon sign flickering, trash littered along the messy alleyways

Cuts to alleyway

A rat scurries across a newspaper which reveals a headline about missing children. A scream echos from presumably inside the building just as the viewer gets enough time to read what is on the newspaper

Cuts to interior of the restaurant, classic recognizable items are littered about, another scream but louder, another cut

The scream continues into the cut while a slow zoom from the first animatronic you are now able to see: Freddy with his mouth wide open, almost broken the scream is timed in such a way it appears to be coming from his mouth. In the zoom out you can see multiple animatronics all disassembled (I think that’s what happened before in the cutscenes in the games but idk)

You hear another scream another cut this time to an odd first person shot, you see that your body appears to be a man, he appears to be running from something all you can make out is a small ghostly figure as he looks back.

Another cut to reveal the golden Bonnie suit. You hear footsteps getting louder as a door opens casting light onto it.

Another cut. This time to the rainfall again.

A single drop then falls, you watch it fall as it makes its way into the crack in the roof. It makes it’s way past the pipes and the vents and eventually drips down as time slows. The drop is now being viewed from the top down and you can see the man now wearing the springlock suit is being cornered by multiple ghostly figures however this is all out of focus.

As the drop gets close to the shoulder it cuts again, half of the face of springlock Bonnie Is visible as you can see the man inside smiling smugly, you zoom into the droplet as it hits his shoulder and makes its way in

You see it move past the complicated and tiny gears and into the incorrect one.

Cuts to black all you can hear are the sounds of mechanical failure, bones shattering, and the screaming of a man now trapped.

this is how I’d do it i think there’s another version with the gore bits but the tldr for that as I am tired is that its a bunch of different cuts between his screams and terror and the children’s unforgiving faces and it just has close ups of each metal rod being stabbed into him :D

Once again I have no idea what I’m doing yes this is just a fnaf movie scene it’s 6am and I’m having a great night I kind of thought of this as like a cool opening scene of sorts

[brucewaynehater101]

Have you ever watched the show Durarara? If not that's OK, you dont need any back ground lore about it for this au, I was just using the kind of creature that Celty is as an inspiration.

Back near the end d of Dick being Robin, a strange phenomenon started, a rumor you could call it. Some nights when the caped crusader and his side kick were out on patrol, a strange figure would appear following them but it's clear that it was no human. It was tiny, sized like a child and acting almost like one too. Except for the fact it was missing its head and the stump bellowed thick black smoke that hid any gore from view. Very few ever saw it and those who did claimed it was the spirit of someone that the Dynamic Duo were unable to save.

During Jason's time as Robin, the strange being was sighted less and less as it followed the pair around. It still clearly followed them often but it became better and better at stealth. The pair certainly never got a glimpse of it, other than one time. Jason was unexpectedly separated from Batman while fighting Mister Freeze and found himself following the sound of something hitting the ground. When he rounded the corner, he found what looked like a kid laying on a dumpster like they had fallen off the icy fire escape. That is, until it stood to it's full height and he realized whatever this was *it has no head*. The thing stared at him in silence and though it had no eyes, Jason could feel it's gaze upon him, pinning him in place. Then it ran and by the time Jason snapped out of it and followed, the creature was long gone.

When Tim first appeared to Bruce and Dick, demanding to be Robin, they didn't know who he was due to him wearing a motorcycle helmet and using sign language. He claimed that he had to keep it on due to "medical reasons" and that it "filters regular air into something safer to breath". All Tim is willing to tell the Bats about it is that the same incident that left him unable to breath without filtered air caused serious harm to his vocal cords so he can't speak anymore.

Bruce is... worryingly ok with not knowing who the kid is or what he looks like. After all, it means there's less for him to get attached to. Plus Tim can't scream at him and if Tim tries to lecture him, he can just turn his head away. Though he doesn't because that means Tim pulls out the Air Horn. This means that both Dick and Bruce only know Tim as Robin for quite a while and by the time either of them feel bad enough about that to do anything about it, it would be so rude to admit that they don't even know his *name*. Surely he told them at some point and they just forgot, right?

Tim likes that they don't know anything about him. It makes things much, much easier. After all, they can't learn about and then *care* about the fact that he doesn't exactly know where his head is if they don't know it was taken. Well, he *sort of* knows where it is! It's somewhere on the grounds of Drake Manor! It's not his fault that his built in Head Locator got messed with by his mom due to the jar she put his head in! She only hid it because she doesn't want anyone else to take it, ok? He can still track it to an about 1000 feet across area! That's pretty damn close. Besides, it's definitely safer to be Robin without one. After all, do you have any idea how many concussions he avoids by simply Not Having It With Him? So many. So very, very many.

Only a few of the rouges know that Tim doesn't have a head via them forcefully removing the helmet. The few who have done it claim that Robin is some kind of monster and the helmet keeps him whole. Well, in their defense, Tim did start spewing black smoke everywhere when it got removed!

The first of the Bats to know that Tim isn't human is Jason during the Titans Tower attack. At some point, Jason wanted to see the fear in his replacements eyes so he ripped off the helmet and froze at the sight. His replacement had no head. His replacement. Had. No. Head. Tim takes his chance to knock Jason away and stops holding back, using his thickened smoke to blind him and then allowed the strands of dark energy to tie him up like a spider web. Jason managed to break free and fled the tower with the strange strands of black energy chasing him out as Tim stood still right where he was left.

Jason quietly wonders why and how Bruce managed to recruit the Thing that haunted his nightmares after he saw it looming over him from atop a dumpster.

Tim edits the footage of the tower security so that it all goes dark when the power does so that none will see what he did. What he is.

I have watched the show, but it's been so long since I've seen it that I've forgotten everything :(

However, your AU is super rad!

I'm curious if Tim has any other powers related to being a dullahan or if a motorcycle enhances anything (if it's treated like a horse). The black fog effect was a neat power and I so want to hear more.

Particularly, I'm curious about Bruce and Dick's reactions, how it affects Jason's grudge against Tim, and whether Tim's status affects Damian. I hc that Alfred is some type of creature too (that's why he seems to live forever), and has been silently helping Tim with whatever special needs the kid may have (not that Tim knows). Bruce suspects Alfred is something but doesn't know the details and doesn't want to anger the older man by asking.

Perhaps Jason, due to his revival status, is also some type of creature. I'm hcing a wraith or a similar being. Due to dullahan's dealing with death, maybe Tim and Jason have some sort of dynamic there (like Tim can always tell when Jason is close by like a sixth sense or something).

As far as Tim's head, does he start to freak out when his mom dies and he realizes he has no clue where it actually is? To add on, how does he do school or public appearances as Tim Drake?

[your-ne1ghbor]

It was 1 am-2 am when I decided: OOOO I should mess with Star's design again... so tell me... Why did it work???

also another long post from the sleep deprived fish lets goo

The cape is ugly af, but the rest of the deign is actually...GOOD??? I am in shock since this rarely happens when I actually like how the colors came out on any character-

UNFORTUNATLY, the cape is what ruins it due to how BLAND it is. Not only that, but it is VERY important to how I design his cape. Like basically:

Yes, that is how important his cape is! I wanna talk about what his cape means in another post where I talk about the Star Realm, but for now, I got this ugly ahh cape.

Not only that, the rims with the colors being gold is actually wrong with how I wanted to make his color pallet. The gold rims (ON HIS CAPE NOT THE REST OF THE OUTFIT) are supposed to be a light blue to signifiy a lake. HOWEVER, I tried to see what it would look like, especially here and in my other post here, where it just does not work with his design. Sure, the light blue is nice, but doesn't fit no matter how hard I try to make it look nice. The gold rims work way too well to where the only light blue where it would work, would only be seen on the back of his cape...WHICH IS UGLYYYYYYYYY

Perhaps I go with either a different cape? Change up the color pallet? Or try to make it work with the lore of the Star Realm? (Yeah I'm being serious, thats how important his cape is and how I represent it. If it doesn't look good or work, then idk... I really wanted to incorprate the star realm onto his cape. I might have to come up with a symbol of the star realm if this doesn't work)

The front however, is actually okay, which is basically the little circle with the ribbon draping over his cape. It is just as important as the rest of the design of his cape, ESPECIALY with those 2 pieces in particular. I dont have a problem with it, since it is what I wanted it to look like in the first place and works well with the design either way.

I don't want to continue empathizing on how important it is to how I represent his cape, but it is overall significant to his design. So I'll talk about the bottom of his design since it is actually where I had trouble with before.

To be specific, it is how I wanted his top to look like. Either I wanted a closed off semi-skirt like what the original or what @signed-sapphire and @chillwildwave did with their star boy's design, or go with a more open skirt like what @oh-shtars and @spectator-zee with theirs. It ofc ended up being more open, just it being shorter. I was unironically inspired by Eugene's outfit lmao but the rest came by easy. I knew I wanted his shoes to be almost up to his knees cause he needs to be FANCYYYYY. I also changed up his sleeves and made it more flowy cause I wanted more fun with his design and works with his character :D

Speaking of character, this somewhat works with his character. SOMEWHAT. He is pretty a optimistic kind of prankster, but I feel like his bright personality is toned down to how dark the outfit came out. I know it is to represent the stars since...you know..he is one, just that (quote from one of my bsfs (TY FOR YOUR INSIGHT BTW)) "the outside is more dark whilst the inside has lighter colors, it makes it look like a glowing star trying to hide, a bit".

I mean, makes sense to why he needs to hide: Maggy wants to make sure he is fucking dead- JOKES ASIDE, it works with context, but he doesn't nessicairly like hiding stuff, like he is pretty open about his feelings for example, but like I said, it also works since he has to hide from the people of Rosas and her parents or else he's seen as the monster (rawr rawr rawr) in their eyes 💀

That aside, you probably notice I changed up his hair. Why? Because I wanted to try something and make it have more depth. It works, so it stays for now.

Is this the final design for him? No. Its not. Until I get the cape right, I still have to get his design working. At least it is working with how I am envisioning it, minus the few little details that make me annoyed for no particular reason other than it needing to work with his character and world.

My next post is going to be an update to the Maggy silly lil backstory cause...it is REALLY important to the story 😭😭

Until then, GOOD DAY/AFTERNOON/NIGHT

[franklinfinley]

Hey! I'm Franklin, he/they. First year student at Naranja Academy, but I've been through several Gym Circuts for 7 years at this point. The Treasure Hunt is well underway, and things are looking great! I'm a ghost and fire type specialist, as well as a general Drowzee/Hypno specialist LOL

MY CURRENT TEAM:

Koraidon: a strange form of Cyclizar given to me by my friend Arven, originally owned by his mother Professor Sada. He prefers not to battle, but he will if he needs to. He maily loves acting as a riding mount and food-stealer >:P

Lullay: my service Hypno and first partner Pokemon. We've been a duo for 14 years now! She doesn't primarily battle, she mostly helps with my anxiety and insomnia. She steps up for defense if we need it, though.

Tabasco: my Skeledirge and chosen starter for Naranja Academy! He's a little scrapper and eager to prove himself in a fight, and just as eager to sit back, sing his little songs, and eat all my oranges. Little orange heathen even as he grows up

Sparky: my Luxray! He's a bundle of energy and a reckless battler. He loves nothing more than getting to flaunt his stuff and also wail and cry and flail his fists on the ground when he loses

Sushi: my Curly Tatsugiri, and an odd quiet fellow. He likes splashing water on the other teammates for funny pranks and curling up in my collar or hair. That being said, he is a FIERCE battler. Honestly kinda scary with what he can pull off from such a tiny body...

Arthur: my Beartic! He's very polite with me and the team, but fierce when it comes to defense. It takes a while for him to warm up to new people, but those he warms up to he holds close.

Strawberry Lemonade: my shiny Amped-Up Toxtricity, who i rescued from the wild as a Shadow variant. She's clingy and packs a MEGA punch, and cocky with her skills as a battler. Now that she's come out of her shell, her punk rock personality really shines through.

Montez: my Garchomp, and just what you'd expect from such a feared creature. She's the meanest of the group and always first to volunteer for a fight. She swings hard and fights with pure power. Now that she's calmed, she's the perfect guard 'mon.

Things at Naranja are going great! My friend Nemona has shown me all the ropes, and I feel like I'm gonna have a good few years here. This might just be my Yelling About Things blog. So if you're into that thing feel free to tag along!

[OOC UNDER CUT]

Heallo this is the in character blog i have for my self insert!! I follow from my main @yatgb

Be prepared for Main Character And Mary Sue Shenanigans, and dont be afraid to ask abt stuff he mentions in posts!! I plan to have this going as a whole thing with arcs and all that, basically going through all of scarvi's plot, including DLC down the line. This WAS gonna be an art-based askblog but i dont rlly have the time for one of those :( but ill be posting story snippets later down the lind!

Pelipper Mail is on as long as its something small, he wont accept like new pokemon or money or anything. Think like what youd get from a mystery gift :D Magic Anons are off!

Also, dont take everything Franklin says at face-value. He's got a loong history, and some secrets to hide. There's a chance he could be lying about some stuff ',:) expect a well meaning but unreliable narrator

That being said, I like to do my own worldbuilding so whenever he goes into biology details dont look too hard into it. We're havin fun here. I also don't plan on doing any multiverse shenanigans. This is a self contained story about an oc thats very dear to me :D so just go with the flow. I might interact with other blogs as long as its feasible they could on Rotomblr connected through a multiverse.

Other character interaction is encouraged, as well has sentient pokemon except Legendaries! He has his own lore with a lot of legends it would be a little wack

Here's what he looks like! With Lullay!

[vind3miat0r]

Hush EA spoilers

(also a whole lot of word vomit. and for once its not copied and pasted from texts i sent to my boyfriend)

I TOLD YALL I TOLD YALL VEGA WASNT DEAD!!

okay wow theres a LOT to unpack here. uhm.

so the general theory that demons dont go to Death when they die has been confirmed!! yippee!! their magic just gets scattered to the winds and it seems like its up to someone to stitch said magic back together in order to revive(?) the demon that was killed. yay!!

taking a moment to talk about Hush because HUSHH?? Hush freaking out about how he killed Vega and how Vega confused him was just. heart-breaking. omg. i was expecting many things today, but not Hush of all people having a breakdown. that really hit too close to home </3

now, Hush mentioned something when talking about Vega: he used the term "anacruses" to refer to our beloved manipulator. hello? sudden lore drop?? question mark??

more lore drops is Hush talking about how he met Vega before he was formed, and how he thinks he wasnt supposed to remember the demon, and i quote: "But a part of me, a tiny echo within me is made of those who made me, and that’s the part of me that knows him. Knows… Vega. The daemon before the demon. The voice before the song broke from the stave. I don’t think I’m supposed to remember him."

focusing on the "voice before the song broke from the stave" part; i looked up the term "anacruses", and what i find interesting is that the word "anacrusis" popped up. "anacrusis" has multiple meanings, but one of them caught my eye: "one or more unstressed notes before the first bar line of a piece or passage."

now, i dont know much about instrument lore, but (correct me if im wrong) this is referring to music. personally, i think this is really interesting (this may be the autism speaking), because we know that d(a)emons have some sort of connection to the spellsong. im sure Gavin or Hush maybe explained it once, i cant really remember. we also know that Hush is literally the silence in the spellsong. the plural of "anacrusis" is "anacruses". you can see where this is going.

we know that Vega is really old. we know he was around before the Cacophony, which makes me think that he was one of the first daemons to be created. like, "within the first ten" kind of first. Hush calling Vega "one of the Anacruses" has me thinking some things.

firstly, the term "Anacruses" may just be a sort of title for d(a)emons who were created before the Cacophony. this is plausible, and i think it would make sense. it could also refer to d(a)emons who were created before the existence of the spellsong, maybe?

we dont know much about the spellsong, other than that its this non-corporeal thing that d(a)emons and Hush have a connection to (and if we really want to reach, the Sovereigns as well). we know that every empowered person's core has a "voice" in the spellsong, and that if said person dies, their "voice" goes silent.

we dont know when it was created, or how it was created. but the definition of "anacrusis" got me thinking... maybe the "Anacruses" daemons are the ones who created the spellsong. its a bit of a reach (thats an understatement that a very long reach), but i think it's plausible. its like FNAF lore: if you dont think about it, it makes sense.

you must be thinking, "wow vinn thats a lot of word vomit! what are you trying to say?" what i said a few paragraphs ago: "Anacruses" just means "old demon" but with significant lore and meaning attached to it. thats it.

(i really like how Erik's brain works — props to him for working this into the possible spellsong lore)

i dont really have much to say about Hush saying he existed before he... well existed. what i take from that is that he could have been a non-corporeal being who physically couldnt take a physical form until very recently. whatever created him took parts of themself to make him. i dunno, im still trying to understand it myself.

uhhh anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk, youve been a great audience as per usual :D

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I was wondering if you could match me for Haikyuu, Bungou and Genshin.

Pronouns: I use he/him pronouns only, im a trans guy :D

Sexuality: I am gay! and acespec :D I only like men

Zodiac and MBTI: Im a Taurus/INTJ

Appearance: Im 5'6, Ive got a pretty pale complexion, my eyes are close to a chocolate brown. Ive got a short bob cut to my chin, brown hair with a bunch of pink highlights, all different shades from not dying it correctly. Gold-rimmed glasses that are kinda rounded with thick lenses, ive got really bad eyesight. Ive pretty much got a twink build, so look at Venti? Yea like that.

Personality: im pretty introverted, i dont really talk to people all that much until i get a chance to ramble ablution my interests, and then i could go on for hours. I tend to be quite sarcastic with most anyone, and get annoyed really easily when people make obvious mistakes/being idiotic, despite me doing similar things myself. Even tho Ive said all this, i sometimes get shoved into the therapist role to have everyone talk to me about their life problems. I also sometimes tend to overshare about things in my life to literall strangers. So fun.

Likes: Cosplaying, anime, music, VOCALOID, Story and lore heavy games like genshin, collecting rocks, any kind of gemstone, sea shells, manga collecting, reading, laying around in bed, going to conventions.

Dislikes: Spiders and snakes, people cutting in front of me in line, people walking slow in front of me, especially when i need to go somewhere in a hurry. realistic blood and death, Loud noises and sudden bright lights, excess amounts of cheese on pizzas, especially if its just mozzarella, squashes and zucchini (i have a reason) and certain clothing textures touching when i wear them. Also dresses. I hate dresses, especially ones that go past my knees.

Hobbies: Cosplay is one, i love doing it and makeup just for fun to go out in, i really like playing video games, i adore reading manga, and other light novels.

Other things: Ive got diagnosed insomnia and its difficult for me to sleep without holding something like a pillow, plush animal, or another person. I also wear an earphone headband to sleep with white noise.

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

You and Bokuto are certainly the odd couple at first glance. Where you’re introverted, Bokuto is bouncing around and being an extrovert in every sense of the word.

He absolutely loves listening to you ramble. It’s one of the only times he’ll be quiet himself since it’s such a change from what you’re usually like.

As soon as he finds out that you sleep better while holding something, he’s going to be completely insufferable. Did you know he sleeps better when he’s being held? Well, he’s not sure it that’s true but there’s no harm in trying right?!

Please get him into Vocaloid. Bokuto strikes me as someone who hasn’t really listened to much before but as soon as he discovers Hatsune Miku, he’s found his hyperfixation.

People cutting in line definitely irks him as well but while you might be too introverted to say anything, he’s puffing out his chest and giving them a piece of his mind. There’s no way he’s going to just let them cut in front of the two of you like that.

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

Okay, since you’re easily annoyed, Dazai might seem like a strange matchup since he’s likely the source of most of your annoyance. But I really do think you’d get along well.

He’s always keeping an eye out for gemstones and sea shells to give you. He knows you like collecting them and likes being able to add to your collection.

Dazai would love going to conventions with you! He thinks they’re great fun and they take his mind off his suicidal tendencies for a while.

He totally gets that loud noises and bright lights can be a lot and he’s quite understanding when you reach your limit. He’ll happily step away from the action for a while to keep you company while you recover.

Please recommend some manga for him to read. I see him as someone who likes manga because it’s easy and quick to read. He also likes a lot of the characters.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Kaveh are an unstoppable sarcasm duo. No one can stand in your way and Alhaitham is so tired of your combined antics.

It’s a good thing you’re the therapist friend because Kaveh needs a comforting presence in his life. He’s also more than happy to lend an ear if and when you need to get stuff off your chest as well.

He loves that you like collecting things. He’ll design rotating shelves and cabinets for you to house your collections in.

He’s an interesting balance of a slow walker and a fast walker. When he’s by himself, he’ll usually take it slow and admire his surroundings. But when he’s with someone, he’ll walk faster.

Please get him into cosplay! Kaveh would be so into designing and making his own costumes and would love helping you out with yours as well.

[kadextra]

I couldn’t watch the q!Bad lore stream live today and don’t feel like putting a bunch of vodblogs in the main tag, so I’m gonna try something new and put it all in one massive post

so if you missed seeing me on the dash and wanna read about me maybe losing my mind (depending on what happens as I watch) here ya go :D

WAIT WHAT??? Q!BAD IN LIMBO DEATH LIMINAL SPACE AGAIN AT THE START OF STREAM?????

MY GUY THERE IS SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU‼️‼️‼️

oh there’s a second him that’s so trippy. he doesn’t recognize himself again, they’re walking together.

THIS IS SO COOL OH MY GOD?!?!?!? now they are digging in the sand??

ah so the corpse of… also himself is still at the deserted village, but its decomposed into a skeleton now. interesting DONT DRINK THE POISONED WATER NOT AGAIN ok good phew. good confirmation this is not a loop, there is new stuff happening that didn’t last time

dude this is so awesome he is cooking so hard. I’m gonna rewatch this whole part again later, I really love surreal stuff like this

nevermind it might actually be a loop? we went back right to where we were at the start. why does he keep sitting outside of the temple, and doesn’t go inside?

TOP FUNNEL 🕺🕺🕺

and we’re back. he can’t remember how to use the warp stone again :( the memory book is not in his hotbar uh oh.

Hi Ben o/

he doesn’t know the eggxhibition… you built this man, I’m gonna cry. NOOO HE DOESNT KNOW BOBBY IS DEAD AGAINNNNN

POMME. “MY DAUGHTER” WAAAAAHHH

“too early to put this up” <- referring to the día de los muertos decor. dude what time and day are you in

he found the egg hospital!!! oh no now he’s looking around erratically. I think he’s panicking :(((( and once again picked some flowers to self-soothe :((( god the flowers are so special to him, they seem to be like his main grounding thing. q!forever doesn’t even know the impact he made

he’s home!!!

dark matter by the vulture lab door uh? a knight armor guy sweeping??? is that a ghost??? what just happened?

oh god the vulture lab

IT WAS A GHOST THE ARMOR IS THERE AND THE BROOM IS IN THE CHEST. possessed armor that’s fun! :D

DAPPERRRRRRRRRR DAPPER MY BABY IS AWAKE AND ALIVE

dapper looks so horrible omg also her name is lowercased?

vacation. sure

“I didn’t get to keep it (the eye guy) as a pet.” yeah that’s definitely dapper.

also he doesn’t want to wear armor like the new eggs that’s weird

T E A. and q!bad’s memory is still fudged.

dapper your dad is very sick….

he remembers its been 2 months dapper has been gone! :0 DAPPER WAS NOT IN PURGATORY THE WHOLE TIME??? JUST A FEW DAYS???? EXPLAIN WHY NOW

q!bad keeps forgetting what they’re doing, and then goes off and does something else….. I don’t know if dapper fully realizes what’s going on, maybe she’s just too tired themselves to pay close attention to her dad?

“Since when did we have a farm?” Buddy.

PHILZA IS SOOOOO HAPPY TO SEE DAPPER LETS GOOO

“we hid him (dapper) underground, we weren’t sure if the island was safe” We? you and…? cucurucho?

DAPPER GOT YEETED INTO THE BOAT AHAHAHA

oh they really did get launched by the nuke and hit the boat I knew it. also I see you…. zooming into the back wound when phil said “you made it in one piece”

PRIVILEGED LOBSTER IS BACK REJOICE

chayanne was who led the eggs to leave? huh. chayanne you’ve got some explaining to do

not them talking about the eye guy’s snatched waist 💀💀💀💀 tbh they did slay

philza wants to beat up the eye guy and elquackity I support him so much

dapper hitting his dad off the top of the wall we’re so back!!!

ETOILES SEEING DAPPER and then fell off the wall LMAOOO

q!bad forgot that he forgot his memory

(I am so engrossed in the conversations I am forgetting to write things here lol)

“can we teach etoiles to cope” (with losing to the code) then they make him break a sign with 1s and 0s on it and he logs LMAO

q!bad just mentally zoned out and stared once again at flowers….. oh. the coughing :(

pomme was the leader when the eggs went surviving in the wilderness :3 that’s my girl!!!!!!

everyone just bouncing on the trampoline and chit-chatting is so sweet, I missed this <3

dapper is so based all the time

roier seeing dapper again awwwww

ough I really really missed dapper’s out of pocket jokes :(((

“I’ll get cleaned up for tomorrow, I’m sure it’ll turn out fine!” *hits F5* “I need pomme and the rest of the eggs to wake up, and I’ll probably feel right as rain…” haha stop it q!bad I don’t like this!!!!! 😃

he just said he didnt know a church was built here. now they’re at the graveyard talking about how he saw the dead eggs at día de los muertos </3 sobs sobs

Q!MAX T-T I miss you king o7

“learning how to raise the dead might come in handy” “we will worry about that later” ??? Please Stop That!

CODEBREAKERS JUMPSCARE

“I kinda won in this whole situation!” (the eggs being back) Sure bud. You aren’t dying or anything. You definitely have not entered limbo twice.

DAPPER PUTTING FLOWERS BY EACH EGG IN THE HOSPITAL. THE CROWN BY CHAYANNE GAHHHH AUGHHH GGUGHHG 💥💥💥

honey for smelly richas :3

q!bad saying dapper will like bagi and that she’s a really good friend, and will be his aunt. cries and punches a hole into the wall

More Coughing 👁️ dapper please help your father he needs serious medical attention.

BAD FORGOT ABOUT THE GHOSTIES THIS WHOLE TIME. BUT WE ARE FREE ONCE MORE!!

quit saying things are going to be okay I know you are jinxing something and it’s scary. there is a giant hole in your head and your back is turning green.

they’re going to see the prison and courtroom!!

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY

“forever for the crime of looking too handsome I sentence you to 10 years in prison!” UNPROMPTED? I know what you are 🏳️‍🌈‼️

I CANT DO THIS

FINALLY THE BIRTHDAY PARTY CELEBRATION FOR DAPPER. so many nights. so many nights where we’d watch him sit awake, crying at that table. waiting, waiting for something that would never come. but now it’s here. I’m in anguish

“once the eggs wake up we’ll have a big birthday party! a big ol birthday party. yep. a party.” why did you say that with such a weird tone sir?

DAPPER BURYING THEMSELVES WHEN HE FOUND OUT ALL THE MACHINES BROKE KKKKKKK

he reintroduced skeppy to dapper…

he is explaining the great furniture stealing to dapper. who was there when it happened and already knows. “my memory hasn’t been very good lately, I think.” Yeah You Think? I wonder q!bad forgot he’s the one who stole it all?

DAPPER IS BACK TIME

the child is locked outside

PFFT HES CHAINSAWING THE DOOR <3333 AND HAS AN ELEPHANT

yes dapper be salty at your dad for accidentally locking you out

REAL DAPPER TIME!!!!!!!

the sunshine recording omg. he played it for company the entire time they were alone… AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHH HGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHHHGHGHGHGGHHGHFHFHGGFHFGHHHGHHBSBENFMFKS

dapper doesn’t know why q!bad is blue 😀 he doesn’t know…….. haha head in hands

they are going to visit Niki :3

OHHH HER REACTION TO DAPPER <333 she’s such a sweetheart. have I ever said how much I love niki? she was so great in purgatory, and earlier today I got to watch her meet empanada and bond over baking and sweets <3

nice look at the head wound from the inside

q!bad’s been so insistent on dapper going to the eye doctor, I have heard him say this so much over the last several days. even in his memory lapses he remembers it. Why? mr. colorblind YOU need to go to the eye doctor. go hospital.

yeah the alien ships from the map do look like eyes don’t they

based niki her favorite animal is elephants :3 SHUT UP Q!BAD YOU DEMON don’t eat the elephants

the hungriest little guy on the island strikes again

I’m just chilling listening rn, bad dapper and niki are so late night podcast vibes

perry the schnabeltier

TREASURE PLANET >>>>

in the dark of the night is kind of a q!bad song ngl

let’s go a washing machine in dapper’s lab :D oh that was a weird pause in the middle of your sentence bad :D

dapper is running on the ceiling!! they are so talented!

OH MY GOD.

SUNSHINE

bawling my eyes out hold on

the 3 months where q!bad has been so depressed and suffering just went flashing through my mind. every time he had sang the song in a teary broken voice, with nobody across from him listening. in the graveyard as a rainstorm raged above. but now his sunshine is back… hit me like a truck

they are gonna sleep hugging together tonight :’3

“I know it seems I’ve been out of character (since the beginning of the stream) but trust me, I haven’t. I’ve been in character this whole time…”

“Goodbye, see you tomorrow ….I’m sure everything is going to be just fine. :)”

I’m scared

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well I guess this is the end of my vodblogging lore post!!! I hope it was fun to read jfjdjshdh it was just the thoughts I Would have posted if I was liveblogging. my eyes are still watery :’)

see you all tomorrow for whatever horrors await

[the-frizzle-fry]

Reading the chapter now. From the title “Being Free” I already think this chapter is gonna have weight to it. I’m typing my thoughts down as I read because I don’t always remember them. Let’s go.

Bro Yamato looks so goofy I like her like that better. She just looks less sexualized maybe.

Rebecca looks pissed. Like I know that’s Leo’s gag but it must get annoying. Hahahah

Fuckin kid Doll calling adult Bonney a bitch is peak Oda humor so is Bluegrass cuz you’d think she’d be happy younger.

A chef on the giant pirates is perfect. At first I thought it was Ramen Kempo guy Wanze cuz of the design. But god I mean Nika damn that’s a beastly crew

Luffy out here confirming again there’s no Nika or Joyboy inhabiting or reincarnated in him. Yes people’s wills have been passed down just like Whitebeard said. Just like Sabo did.

EVERY DEVIL FRUIT USER HAS NIKA IN THEM. ITS JUST COMPLETE FREEDOM. Just like anyone can be a D.

OH MY NIKA ODA DONT MAKE ME CRY!!! Ya did good Kuma. Fucking amazing close on our golden boy. He saw his daughter be free.

Freedom is that heart beat. Look at the giants acting a fool in the face of danger. Just like Luffy. Nika lore dropping at Elbaf. He was a goofball who liked to have fun. Just some dude who helped people.

Been saying it since Zunesha, but him n the ancient iron giant only recognize Luffy as Joyboy is because of the Nika heartbeat. After Zunesha recognized the heartbeat, then saw it wasn’t actually Joyboy he said to trust in this boy not trust Joyboy. I guess we’ll see if it’s the same with Big Ole Roboboy. If he’s like wait your not Joyboy but you feel like him.

The marines comment has my dying. Hahahahah! I think we all kinda expected this but it feels better than I thought. Hahahah!! Didn’t Oda draw other characters in Nika form too?

[yestrday]

I've seen you mention a few times how universes such as the academy and hybrid are, essentially, "reincarnations" of the Canon genshin universe and I just want to say i find that really intriguing!! :D I dont think I've ever seen another author refer to an alternate universe as a reincarnated one so it was really cool to find out about and read upon!!

though, that leaves me with some questions.. if you don't mind! if in your story-telling, the aus you write about are reincarnations, do any of the characters have thoughts or astray memories that relate to other timelines? this doesn't have to be canon to your current aus but more of a "what-if" type of question? (does that make sense) and im rly only curious because I was binging on some of ur drabbles and in one of them u were talking about how the twins in the academy au don't actually know the feeling of being separated as they would in the canon genshin timeline, but you mention that even the thought of them being separated leaves them uneasy. was that possibly a little Easter egg to the canon universe? or was that just to express their close relationship and im looking too far into this haha ;; but that just made me curious if any of the other characters have thoughts similar to that? :)

REGARDLESS, I really like how you refer to some of your aus as reincarnations opposed to separate realities. although it may not affect the actual story, it makes thinking about it in retrospect a lot more interesting!! so I applaud u for ur creativity and originality on that!! :DD

hehe i'm happy you caught on to my little easter eggs that i sprinkle throught my aus! here's a little bit more of em for fun's sake:

hybrid! thoma and hybrid! ayato's master-servant relationship

hybrid! scara's small bird form alludes to him being a weak lifeform

househusband! venti can still use anemo, but no one else can

househusband! bennett still has his dads and does commissions

hh! diluc's generation of ragnivindirs still retain their noble status

and more!

in the househusband au, they're all reincarnations of themselves, save for the archons. you can see it in how venti can still use anemo and calls you a 'mortal.' visions are relics of the past, but the elemental powers are still present in the world.

the academy au stands on its own, at least, for now. it's a shoujo-esque setting i put together for funsies, although it still retains most of teyvat's characteristics save for the powers. edit: it's also another reincarnation oops, but the archons are also reincarnated

the hybrid au also stands on its own, though more fantastical. it's a dystopian society, really, and all of teyvat are biased against the hybrids. the reader's father plays an integral part in this system and in the lore (which is to be revealed in the geo part coming soon!)

[robo-milky]

1. I have no issue in being the spokesman for this ship i swear. Also so be it, outta the way Cloche, Epel bby come here 😍

2. I thought that ask didnt send?? I completely forgot about the carved apple hc thou good thing you still saw it <3

3. Im just now noticing being tagged as a mutual?? Like i know you follow me too but the tag 😭💕

4. And lastly response to the previous ask (this has been a series of full-blown responses, back and forth amongst us)

Shinning light on Epel's character, he does indeed feel conflicted. He fears Cloche's paranoia and vulnerability after the incident is what made them to be closer. If that's the case then he hates it. Dont get me wrong now Epel's the kind who "fell first and fell harder" but he wants to be sure that his Relationship with Cloche even as friends is genuine. He wants to be sure that the closeness Cloche develops with him is not related to her incident even in the slightest. While he still sees glimpses of OG Cloche with how she responds it still makes him uneasy with how he got closer to her in a few months then he could in a year. He knows Cloche doesn't like him back. The way she looks at his vice housewarden with love in her eyes, he wishes he could be that person. (Dont be jealous of that wannabe Dora 🫶)

But he knows he'll never be. But that doesnt mean he wants to cut all ties with Cloche. She is still special to him. He can move on but he knows that wont be the case for a good while but till then he'll be there for Cloche in her time of need when rook is ojt for internships.

Now thats enough angst on my side since now i just feel bad 😭

That being said, signing off till the next responses, peace out and hugging cloche <3 (and hugs for you as well :D )

Throwing in a lighthearted meme as a cleanser <3 If you know the source, you know 😭 God… The amount of layers to get this- (Shout out to y’all following along the SY! Cloche lore)

[Response]

The true ship was Epel x justm3di0cr3 all along- I’m losing it at the irony of you being the spokesperson of ClochEpel yet also writing the downfall(?) (er… Not ClochEpel ClochEpel)

Sending hearts back at ya <3 Any mutual is a mutual ^^

Going straight for the angst path I see- Not that I’m complaining- I’m all for it!

Waiting for Cloche’ epiphany arc to come, when she finally realizes she shouldn’t have taken Epel and his feelings for granted when he’s gone for good. Before the incident, Cloche would have known about Epel’s one-sided affections for her (at some point), but she’s more confused why he would like her. With that, if Epel ever confronts SY!Cloche to set things straight or were vocal about missing the old Cloche, she’d feel upset and lost.

As the person experiencing the changes, Cloche views the new development as growth. OG!Cloche was distant, always trying to not be a burden, and now she’s opening up her heart to rely on others willingly. Cloche, herself, didin’t think the incident changed her, but was an excuse for her to act upon the fears she already had. How Cloche sees herself vs how Epel sees her, would make for an interesting conflict of misunderstandings. Since Epel wants to be there for Cloche, he probably wouldn’t voice his personal conflicts, and Cloche is too prideful to open up any more.

The few remnants of OG!Cloche that Epel can find, is mostly her uncaring, “so be it” attitude. Despite having been there for her for so long, he’s still bitter that a simple “Salut” from Rook on Magicam is enough to make her …smile. (Barely. The corners of her mouth can tilt up by 1mm, I guess.)

When SY!Cloche does feel better, she wouldn’t apologize to Epel, but more so give a word of acknowledgement. She’d drop the bomb out of nowhere, when they’re just alone, without any warnings at all. And ofc, in OG!Cloche fashion, it’d be hella dry but gets the point across. She is chewing on her pride (she cannot swallow it completely.)

“Thanks …for everything. You make this world a little more tolerable, I guess…”

FR— Epel dealing with SY!Cloche’ hot-n-cold reception is such a big improvement from OG!Cloche’ hot-n-cold.

[magicalmysteries777]

The Bloody-Handed and The Anguish of Loving Them - Chapter 9.

Summary: Almost a year has passed since Eddie Munson died and it feels like the only person that isn’t moving on is Steve.

After spending the night studying a Dungeons and Dragons handbook, Steve is convinced he’s figured out how to bring Eddie back. Not only that, but defeat Vecna once and for all too. Now he just has to prove it.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Masterlist: Here.

Chapter: 9 of 10.

Chapter WC: 5k.

CW: Swearing, graphic depictions of blood and injuries, and referenced alcoholism.

This story can also be found on AO3 here.

Taglist: @ohmeg 🖤

March 25th, 1987.

“Steve, you need to run!”

Steve wasn’t running anywhere. He couldn’t if he tried.

His senses were flooding back to him, his head pounding and chest heaving as he tried to snap back into reality. Vertigo took over as he stood, his legs wobbling as he attempted to take a few steps backward away from Vecna and whatever the hell had just happened while he was in the void.

It was a few seconds before his vision focused. The first thing he saw was Vecna’s severed hand lying on the ground in front of him, the second was Kas with his wings outstretched and a large sword in his hand aimed at Vecna.

“What the-”

“Get the fuck out of here, man,” Kas instructed, not daring to take his eyes off Vecna for a second. “Get the others and go.”

“But-”

“Go!”

Everything was happening in slow motion and fast forward at the same time. Vecna seething while he nursed his wrist. His friends yelling and crying, begging him to help them. Kas circling Vecna, his sword aimed and ready.

He begged and willed his limbs to do something but he was rooted to the spot, unsure if it was still Vecna’s doing or if he was just that petrified.

“How dare you defy me!” Vecna roared, eyes fixed on Kas. “After everything I did for you, this is how you repay me? After I brought you back and made you the magnificent creature you are?”

“You made me a monster!” Kas yelled.

“I made you better! You were weak and pathetic. A schoolboy without a backbone. Now look at you. You’re stronger, faster, more powerful. You have an army at your command.”

Kas was growing more and more furious by the second. “I don’t want your army. I don’t want your power. I never did. I never wanted any of this but I knew what had to be done to destroy you once and for all!”

Kas swung his sword at Vecna, blood splattering as it sliced his upper arm. The attack had been just enough of a distraction to break Vecna’s concentration on Steve. His legs now free to move as they pleased, he weaved through the bodies of the undead towards his friends, grabbing Dustin’s knife off the ground on the way.

“I thought you were a goner,” muttered Jonathan, still struggling against his restraints.

“You and me both, man. Hold still,” replied Steve through gritted teeth, trying desperately to cut through the thick vines around Jonathan’s wrists. With one final slice, the vine split into two, black goo spurting everywhere as it writhed painfully on the ground before stilling. Steve glanced over his shoulder and thrust the knife into Jonathan’s newly freed hands. “Get them out of here.”

“What about you?” Jonathan asked, panic in his voice as he began to free Nancy.

“I’m not leaving without him.”

“We’re not leaving without you,” Dustin argued.

Steve let out a sigh of frustration, his hands balled into fists. “You’re all going, end of discussion. Nobody else is going to die because of me.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Nancy interrupted, rubbing at the marks on her wrists.

“Sweet?” Steve echoed, confusion on his face.

“Yes, Steve. Sweet. It’s sweet that you think we’d just-”

A roaring boom from behind had every head turning just in time to see a large ball of fire hurling straight toward Kas, illuminating the battlefield around them as it knocked him down to the ground.

“Um, not to put any more pressure on an already delicate situation or anything,” Erica began. “But can we hurry the fuck up a little bit?”

“Erica!”

“She’s got a point, man!” yelled Dustin.

So they hurried. Between the three of them, they managed to wrestle the others free from their restraints within a couple of minutes.

The party was looking a little worse for wear given everything they’d just been through, not to mention still being two members down, but the determination within them hadn’t faltered. If anything, they were more pumped and raring to go than they’d ever been.

“What’s the plan?” Dustin asked, glancing over at the fight unfolding between Kas and Vecna.

“We could-” Jonathan began.

“No time,” Steve announced, he too watching the fight unfolding in front of them. He could feel his heart rate rising again.

Everyone looked at Steve as though he’d just sprouted a second head. “Elaborate.”

“We don’t have time to stand around and figure out what we’re going to do,” he explained. “When have any of our plans actually ever worked? We get here, we start fighting and everything goes to shit. Eddie is dying out there and he needs our help, meanwhile, we’re all standing here twiddling our fucking thumbs.”

“To be fair, he has a point,” Erica added, reaching down to pick up the spear she’d dropped earlier.

“We’re down two people. The two strongest people, might I add,” Lucas rationalised.

“Exactly,” agreed Robin. “I don’t think our spears and knives are going to be much of a match against Vecna. Remember how well it went last time?”

“They might not be,” Steve agreed. “This could be a suicide mission for all we know. We might go over there and Vecna could snap his fingers and wipe us from existence before we can even blink. But Eddie needs our help. Might I remind you that the only reason we’re even here is because he sacrificed himself to buy us more time. That’s all he needs from us now. More time.”

They all started at Steve, not uttering a single word in protest. He knew bringing up Eddie’s sacrifice was a low blow but he had to get his point across.

“I’ll cover these two,” Jonathan told the group, pointing to the unconscious bodies of Will and El. “Might need a little help.”

The party approached with caution, their weapons gripped firmly in their hands as they tiptoed across the dead grass whilst simultaneously hoping and praying that Vecna was too distracted by Kas to hear them.

Boy were they in for a shock.

“This doesn’t seem like a very fair fight anymore, does it?” Vecna asked rhetorically, still standing with his back to the party. “I didn’t realise we were letting our little pets fight our battles for us. I’d better even the playing field.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” bellowed Kas.

Vecna raised his hand and snapped his fingers. “Much better.”

The familiar sound of screeching and a stampede of footsteps could be heard in the distance, growing louder and louder as the seconds passed.

“Demogorgons incoming!” yelled Dustin, earning a maniacal laugh from Vecna.

Kas lunged at Vecna. “I’ll kill you, you fucking monster!”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Within moments a flurry of claws and teeth were all Steve could see and feel. Sweat dripped from his brow as he landed hit after hit on the Demogorgons, each one dropping to the ground with a defeated growl as they succumbed to their injuries. He weaved his way through the monsters with precision, years of practice all leading up to this final fight to the death.

The same could not be said for the rest of the party.

Robin was pinned to the ground, barely managing to hold off the Demogorgon hovering over her, still weak from her earlier brush with death. Blood was pouring from a large gash on Dustin’s cheek that was bound to leave him with a nasty scar for the rest of his days. Mike and Nancy stood back to back, desperately trying to fend off the snarling monsters that were closing in on them. As for Erica, Lucas, and Jonathan, all three of them looked like deer caught in headlights as they fought off the incoming attempts to finish the job on El and Will. Then there was Kas. Kas with his fangs bared and his wings outstretched, his sword gripped firmly in his hand and a fiery look of determination in his eyes as he planned his next move.

A large ball of luminous green light hurtled through the battle and collided with Vecna causing him to let out a painful, agonising growl as his legs buckled beneath him. Steve turned his head toward the origin of the light and saw Will standing at the bottom of the porch steps, his arm outstretched toward Vecna. Then, as though all their prayers had been answered at once, El emerged from behind Will with a smirk on her face. “Hello, Henry.”

“You,” Vecna snarled.

With another wave of his hand, Vecna sent Kas soaring through the air behind him. Steve felt his last shred of hope fade away as Kas collided with a tree trunk, an almighty thud and the clattering of metal ringing through the Upside Down as both he and his sword landed on the floor in a heap, completely unresponsive to the chaos unfolding on the lawn of the Creel house.

“Do you really think you can kill me, Eleven? Time and time again you have tried and time and time again you have failed. What makes you think this newest attempt will be any different?” Vecna taunted. He snapped his fingers again, causing a fresh wave of screeching and fluttering wings to descend on them.

“This time,” El began. Her right arm shot out in front of her and her fingers curled into a claw. Vecna let out a splutter and clawed at his throat with his remaining hand. “I know how to beat. How to play you at your own game. You’re predictable.”

Steve and the rest of the party fought valiantly against the Demobats as El and Will moved in on Vecna.

“A bit of a one-trick pony,” agreed Will. “Demogorgons and Demobats. Is that all you’ve got? I can’t believe we were ever scared of you to begin with.”

It was a newfound sense of confidence that none of them had ever seen in Will, usually timid and hiding away at the back of the group. Yet here he was facing Vecna face to face with the self-assuredness of somebody who had not only won the battle but won the war as well.

Vecna mimicked El’s actions, his long, bony fingers curling into a claw outstretched towards her. El too spluttered, her free reaching towards her throat.

“Ignis!” Will roared. A ball of scorching fire hurtled toward Vecna, knocking him back a couple of paces. His concentration on El faltered.

“It’ll take a lot more than that to end me, Will. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.”

“Not for long.”

El’s arms slowly rose from beside her, the discarded vines on the ground slithered towards Vecna before they wound around him, constricting tighter and tighter until he was bound still before them. "Acido!” yelled Will, sending another ball of luminous green hurtling in Vecna’s direction. “Acido! Ignis!”

Will threw everything he had at him over and over again without giving Vecna a chance to regain his composure. Each painful groan that Vecna let out feeling like they were one step closer to sweet, sweet victory.

Eventually, Vecna stilled. Still bound by El’s vines, he stood before them limp and lifeless baring the faintest hint of a smirk growing across his face.

With an almighty roar from Vecna, the vines wound around him burst free from his body, flying towards Will and El. Within seconds, they’d found themselves in the exact same position they’d been in not fifteen minutes earlier. Bound and helpless.

The rest of the party let out pants of exhaustion as they battled against the last of the monsters, unbeknownst to them that Vecna’s vines were slowly creeping across the ground ready to root them to the spot where they stood.

Steve felt a tug at his ankle that brought him to his knees. His bat fell from his hand in shock as he felt the vines constrict around his legs, slowly making their way up and around him until his arms were pinned to his side too.

The bats relented allowing him a moment to gauge the situation, his eyes darting from person to person as he took in the various states of despair they were all in. Bruised and bloody, about to lose the war.

Vecna turned to Steve, a smirk on his face and a glint in his eye that made Steve feel sick to his stomach.

“Steve, Steve, Steve. What to do with you?” he taunted, slowly making his way towards him. Each agonising footstep made Steve shrink further into himself. “Do I kill you first and put you out of your misery? Or should I have a little more fun with you first and let you watch while I finally finish off all of your little friends?”

The term ‘pigs for slaughter’ echoed through Steve’s head as he braced himself for the incoming attack.

How naive he’d been to think that any part of his plan would go smoothly. How he’d really believed, despite all their previous history of bad luck, that he’d be able to just stumble back into the Upside Down and revive Eddie without any repercussions. How he’d unknowingly slammed down the gavel on the death sentences he’d granted each of his friends the moment he’d opened the Dungeons and Dragons handbook a couple of weeks ago.

As Vecna’s clawed hand grew closer to his face, Steve chanced a final teary-eyed glance toward his friends. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, unsure if any of them could hear him but still feeling the need to apologise once again if it was the last thing he ever did. One final atonement for his sins.

“Hey, fuck-face!” yelled Kas, appearing suddenly behind Vecna. The fluttering of his wings keeping him suspended in the air just high enough to tower over his opponent.

“I had rather high hopes for you as my lieutenant,” Vecna began, spinning around to face Kas. “You could have been great, you know? It’s a shame I’m going to have to kill you too.”

“There’s only one person that’s going to die here tonight and it’s going to be you!”

Kas lunged towards Vecna and plunged his sword into his forearm before retracting it again, causing thick, dark blood to ooze from the wound.

“You really thought I wanted to be your lieutenant? Your fucking pet?” Kas confessed, dodging Vecna’s attacks of retaliation. “That I’d betray my friends and help you end the fucking world? You’re delusional. I knew from the moment you dug me up and offered me that deal what had to be done.”

Vecna let out a low snarl and stumbled.

“I knew I’d have to be stronger if I stood any chance of killing you. More on your level. Besides, you dug your own grave.”

He swung his sword again, slicing Vecna’s exposed torso.

“You explained your entire plan to me before I’d even accepted your offer to become this delightful creature that I currently am. Like you said, I could accept and live or you could put me back in the hole. But that’s where you fucked up, Henry. You told me you needed them to open the cave. You told me Steve would be coming.”

Vecna’s eyes went wide as he finally pieced the remaining puzzle pieces together.

“If they were coming back to the Upside Down then they needed all the help they could get. You didn’t tell me you were going to play with my memories but like Will said earlier, you’re predictable. I had a funny feeling you weren’t telling me the whole truth but there was one thing you didn’t anticipate. Couldn’t anticipate.”

“Spit it out,” growled Vecna, showing obvious signs of weakness as he wiped the blood from his chest.

“Just how far Steve was willing to go. I knew he wouldn’t leave without trying to save me, I knew he’d make me remember, and that would be all I needed to finally wake up to your bullshit and end you once and for all.”

With a final slice of Kas’ sword, Vecna fell to his knees in a heap, propping himself up weakly with his hand. For the first time since he’d woken up, Kas met Steve’s gaze and his eyes softened.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way, Stevie,” Kas told him. “I know this isn’t what you wanted, but if anyone can figure it out, it’s going to be you.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked, a mixture of confusion and dread rising within him.

“You’ll see,” he answered. “Promise me one thing, yeah?”

“Anything.”

“When you do, tell me all about it.”

Steve gulped nervously. “I promise.”

Kas turned his attention back to Vecna and raised his sword high above his head before plunging the tip straight through Vecna’s left eye.

It happened in slow motion.

The ground around them shaking violently, causing what was left of the Creel house to crumble and crash to the dry earth it lay on. The screech of the Demobats in the distance becoming more frantic before suddenly dying out. The burst of blinding light erupting from Vecna as he met his demise.

The vines bounding the party dropped lifeless to the ground finally freeing their extremities as Steve watched the light subside through his eyelids. He slowly opened them, eagerly hoping that he’d finally be able to lay his eyes on a once again human Eddie, ready to walk out of the Upside Down hand in hand with a smile on their faces knowing that they’d finally rid the world of the evil that was Henry Creel.

Except he didn’t.

Steve felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as Kas’ sword clattered to the ground, the sound of metal echoing in his ears as it stilled next to Vecna’s discarded hand. The only two pieces of physical proof that they’d won the most dangerous war that had ever existed. A war that nobody would ever know about.

Victory tasted a lot more bitter than any of them had ever anticipated.

April 25th, 1987.

Once again, Steve had found himself in the Wheeler’s basement on a Saturday night.

“Well done, man,” said Jonathan with a supportive pat on his back. "Mom and Hop will want to see this at family dinner tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” he answered. “Although, you ought to be thanking Robin and Vickie for not letting me out of their sight for the first two weeks. I couldn’t even pee alone.”

“Happy to help,” Robin said with a smile.

Vickie chuckled. “Yeah, the bathroom trips were a real bonding experience for us all.”

After fifteen minutes of passing around his newly awarded thirty-day sobriety chip between the various members of the party, all of whom had nothing but praise and words of support for Steve, Lucas walked in looking flustered. “Sorry I’m late, what did I miss?”

“Steve got his thirty-day chip,” replied Dustin. “And Will’s almost finished setting up.”

Lucas threw his jacket onto the back of the sofa and walked over to his usual spot at the table. “Well done, man. That’s amazing. Oh, and I almost forgot,” he began, turning to face Nancy. “Max said to thank your Mom for the casserole. She loves it.”

“Really?” Steve asked in a hushed voice, leaning in close enough to ensure Nancy couldn’t hear them.

“She gave it to the night shift nurses,” Lucas answered with a smirk.

One by one the seats around the table filled and Steve’s first game of Dungeons and Dragons was underway. It was utter chaos within an hour.

“It could be a trap!” argued Erica.

“It could be loot,” Mike argued back.

Lucas sighed. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I agree with Erica. If it is a trap, you don’t have the hit points to make it out alive.”

“Well?” asked Will, looking at Mike.

“Screw it,” he replied. “I’m going to go over to the chest and pick the lock.”

Groans erupted from around the table. “You are quite literally the dumbest mother fucker I know,” Erica told him, rolling her eyes.

Will pointed to the set of shiny blue dice laid out in front of Mike, pride of place. One of the many anniversary presents he’d received from El. “Roll your d20.”

Steve was on the edge of his seat as he waited for the die to settle. The rest of the party just looked pissed off, except El who was smiling reassuringly at Mike.

“Seven. So that’s a twelve,” Mike announced while double-checking his character sheet, a hint of hope in his eyes.

A small smirk settled on Will’s face. “You stray from the party, wandering over to the glimmering chest that caught your eye and wipe away the thick layer of cobwebs covering the padlock. You glance over your shoulder one last time to check that the coast is clear and insert your lock pick into the keyhole. Just when you think it’s about to open, the pick jams and snaps in two. The padlock begins to vibrate in your hand, getting stronger and stronger until thick, black smoke emerges from the keyhole.”

“Told you!” Erica scoffed.

“The smoke engulfs you, filling your lungs until you start gasping for air,” Will began before rolling his die. “You take ten points of damage.”

Mike adjusted the numbers on his character sheet. “I have one hit point left.”

Will rose from his chair and leaned over the table, knocking over Mike’s character token. “The black smoke knocks you unconscious and disperses. Steve, your turn.”

“I, uh, give me a second,” Steve stalled.

Dustin leaned over the table and looked Steve dead in the eyes before speaking. “You’re a druid. Heal him, goddammit.”

“I think I might have used all my spells, I’m not sure.”

Lucas slammed his hand down on the table. “The jar!”

“What?”

Lucas pointed to Steve’s character sheet. “The jar you found earlier. Surely that’ll help.”

Steve opened his loaned handbook to the magical items section and flicked through the pages hoping to find out what properties Keoghtom's Ointment had and how it could help them but instead found something far more interesting a few pages in. Something he’d glanced at the first time he’d looked in the book, only it didn’t have any relevance back then.

“The sword of Kas: A relic blade forged by Vecna for his lieutenant. The sword contains a fraction of Kas’s consciousness and is therefore sentient.”

He read the section over and over again, his eyes glancing between the text before him and the sword they’d mounted on the wall when they’d gotten back from the Upside Down.

“Earth to Steve?” asked Dustin, waving his hand in front of Steve’s face.

“It might work.”

“The ointment?”

Steve threw the book down on the table and jumped to his feet to take the sword off of its mount. “You guys said that True Resurrection wouldn’t work because there was nothing to use it on, right? You have to touch who you’re casting it on?”

Everyone fell silent, even the members of the party who weren’t playing D&D. All eyes were on Steve. “Right,” answered Will, curiosity in his tone.

“And as long as the Upside Down still exists we all still have this weird connection to it, right?

“Spit it out, dude,” urged Erica.

“What if there was something to use it on?” he asked, thrusting the sword into Nancy’s hand. Nobody answered. “The sword is sentient, it was forged using a piece of Kas’ consciousness. We still have a part of him. Will it be enough?”

Dustin leaned over the table to grab the book that Steve had been reading. “You’re a goddamn genius.”

The party snapped into immediate action.

El cleared the table with a wave of her hand, all the tokens and papers they’d just been using flying into the air and landing neatly in their box. The novelty of having her powers back still hadn’t worn off. Mike dragged Nancy off the sofa and guided her to the head of the table, pushing her down into the seat whilst Dustin shoved the handbook under her nose. Nancy took the book with her free hand and looked around at the eager faces staring back at her.

“Are we sure about this?” she asked. Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Steve all stifled a groan at Nancy’s expected skepticism. Mike, however, chose not to hide his disapproval and scoffed audibly. Sibling perks.

“No,” Steve answered honestly. “But I want you to try anyway. It’s okay if it doesn’t work. I’ll be okay. Please, Nance.”

Nancy took one look at Steve’s face and folded instantly. “It’ll take an hour.”

So they waited, rather impatiently, for Nancy to finish casting the spell. Some of them paced around the basement, some of them sat by the table bouncing their knees, and some of them sat staring at the clock while they picked at the skin around their fingernails. Steve took it in turns doing all three. They didn’t dare speak and break Nancy’s concentration, her eyes fixed on the passage of Latin text in the book in front of her.

Robin had silently ordered Steve to sit down when there were fifteen minutes left on the countdown. The longer he sat and stared at the hand winding around the clock, the more restless he became. He’d waited over a year to see Eddie again and now that moment was finally within his grasp he couldn’t contain the rapidly growing excitement within him. His right leg shook faster and faster as the final minutes inched closer.

Five minutes to go. Lucas and Mike were pacing around the basement again and El stood staring at the sword on the table, chewing at her fingernails. Four minutes. Robin and Vickie sat next to Nancy at the table, clutching each other’s hands. Dustin looked pale and Steve felt sick. Three minutes. Erica silently mocked her brother whilst Jonathan comforted his. Vickie looked just as anxious as she did the night they’d sat her down and explained everything. Two minutes. The party swapped eager glances amongst themselves, those sitting down inching towards the edge of their seats. One minute. Dustin sat next to Steve, their knees bouncing at the same pace. Mike gravitated towards El. Thirty seconds. Robin was visibly stressed, her face flushing. Ten seconds. Steve held his breath and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Nancy finished the passage for the final time and removed her hand from the hilt. Everyone raced toward the table, eyes fixed on the sword while they waited for something to happen.

“Did it work?” Erica asked, the tension in the room dispersing in an instant.

“According to the book, he should’ve appeared within ten feet of us,” Nancy answered. “I’m sorry, Steve.”

"S'okay,” he lied, sinking back into his seat on the sofa. “It was a long shot, anyway.”

“I know, but—”

“But nothing. It’s fine.”

He caught a glimpse of Robin and Vickie sharing a familiar look that Steve knew meant wouldn’t be left alone for the next few days.

After a few minutes of sitting with his head in his hands, Steve blinked away the tears pooling in his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked up. Most of the party was still gathered around the table, inspecting both the sword and book trying to figure out what went wrong, except for Dustin who had plonked himself next to Steve again so that he too could sulk.

“You okay, bud?” Steve asked.

“I think so,” Dustin replied, his voice quiet. “Are you okay?”

Steve let out a sigh. “I think so.”

“Maybe Nancy got the spell wrong, or maybe—”

Steve grabbed Dustin’s arm enthusiastically, stopping him mid-sentence. “Did you see that?”

“See what?”

Dustin’s eyes followed Steve’s, landing on the lamp in the corner of the room. “Oh my god.”

Steve grabbed his keys from the coffee table and bolted up the stairs before anybody could notice he was leaving. He didn’t have time to answer questions or convince anyone he was mentally well enough to be alone, Dustin would have to do that for him.

He dropped his keys three times trying to get them into the ignition, the sweat on his palms causing them to slip out of his grasp every time he tried to pick them up before he finally managed to turn the car on. He slammed his foot on the gas, tires screeching as he pulled out of the driveway onto Maple Street.

Red lights and speed limits were of no concern to Steve, he knew damn well that once he’d explained to Hopper why he’d been driving through Hawkins at eighty miles an hour that any potential tickets issued to Steve would be expunged instantly.

He didn’t hide his car this time, instead, he skidded to a halt as close to the old trailer as he could get and jumped out of the car. Steve climbed through the window and stared longingly at the rope hanging from the ceiling, his heart rate rising as the faint sounds of an acoustic guitar vibrated around the living room. He gulped nervously and stepped toward the center of the room, placing one hand on the rope. The music stopped.

“You got my SOS then, huh? Someone needs to make a note in the book that True Resurrection has some issues when used inter-dimensionally. Ten feet my ass.”

“I can see why it probably didn’t come up during the editing process,” Steve replied, a smirk growing across his face.

“Shut up and move out of the way.”

Steve held his breath, his heart feeling like it was about to beat right out of his chest as he stared at the mess of wild, brown curls and leather that landed in a pile on the mattress in front of him.

“I always knew there was a brain in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Eds? That really you?”

A pair of big, brown eyes stared right back at him. “Hey there, big boy.”

A/N: And with that, we have the final chapter of the main story. I truly hope I've done the ending justice and that you like it as much as I do. 🖤

Just the epilogue to go now.

[possiblycringe]

callie!! and bc i dont know much about her, mina!

YIPPE MY TWO BLORBOS! First lets go Callie! I'm basing 'realistic' as in 'realistic to the tone and lore in canon'

Headcanon A:  realistic - I think Callie has fallen into Fuzzy Ooze an embarrassing amount of times. While Neo is doing the kettles Marie is snipping Callie's newly grown in fur because she looked at a patch of fuzzy ooze too long and fell asleep.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious - I think Callie is cat coded. Likes laying on Marie's lap when she's doing taxes, knocking stuff off the table, getting zoomies in the morning. That's why Callie is on team cat.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends - Callie and Marie have a special move where Marie piggyback rides on Callie, Marie using her sniper to take out anyone with range and Callie using the roller to defend Marie from anyone trying to get close, and the fact that Callie's moving constantly negates how Marie would be helpless while charging up a shot. A week or so before Callie's disappearance (due to her movie role requiring a....certain diet) Callie and Marie play turf war for the first time in AGES. When Marie tries jumping on Callie's shoulders for their special move, Callie just collapses. it's only then that Marie really realizes how thin Callie is.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own - not SUPER about Callie, but I think Octavio didn't immediately hypnoshade Callie because she reminded him of Craig. Whether Octavio and Craigs relationship was platonic or romantic, Octavio did miss Craig, and his silly jokes and weird ideas. And then he meets Callie, this squid with her silly jokes and weird ideas. and Mina!!

Headcanon A:  realistic - MINA STIMS! This ones kinda just canon I mean look at how she moves but those movements are absolutely stimming. It's one of the reasons I first latched onto her.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious - Mina and Izuku are half siblings. Hisashi cheated on Inko and Mina was the result. I mean, come one! Mina feels like if Izuku had a quirk - and therefore confidence - right from the get go! Attracting friends like moths to a flame (even if they are bullys), standing up for whats right, floofy hair!

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends - It is my FIRM opinion that Mina didn't get any offers after the sports festival DESPITE getting farther than several people who did because of anti-mutant discrimination. Actually, I think under that mask of a perfectly happy life, Mina has to deal with tiny microaggressions a LOT. Kirishima never noticed them, little comments about how those horns SOMEHOW are cute, comparing her to various animals - 'which one is she, every mutant is just like SOME animal' - before they settled on blobfish. Mina takes it all with a smile, because people like her and it's not like they MEAN to hurt her!

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own - Bakugo, Kirishima, and Mina are the core three members of the Bakusquad. Sero and Kaminari are kinda just add-ons. Mina grabbed Kirishima as a friend and Kirishima grabbed Bakugo and then Kaminari and Sero kinda drifted towards them.

Also I think Mina and Callie would get along SO WELL -

[moss-and-marimos]

info dump to me about whatever media, OC's, albums, or anything else that comes to mind! :D (if you want to, that is)

infodump incoming about my dnd character

Grahhhhhh Percival makes me actually wild, hes a triton, he looks like this, sorry If ive showed you him before I cant remember

but this guy makes me actually wild. hes so unwell hes got so many issues. we've finally started getting a little into his lore in the campaign and I got to call his sister last session which is a big step, and hes finally getting comfortable with the party calling him nicknames which is a big deal because like very very early on campaign I told the other players that he was the type to silently judge you if you called him Perci instead of Percival if you weren't close with him, but last session was the first time one of the other people slipped and called him perci and I got to be like 'he doesnt react negatively' and theyre all like omg we got nickname privileges and im very happy about it at the same time unfortunately though, a lot of his development is kinda gonna go down the drain now because we've got a new player joining the campaign and its really gonna mess him up, he was finally feeling comfortable in the character dynamic, they just saved his life literally and that means a lot to him, but now a new person is joining and thats going to feel like a big betrayal of trust he had a party before this one a few years ago, when he was a lot newer to the surface, and they didnt really care about him or treat him well, and so to get healed by the others meant a lot, because the other party wouldnt heal him unless he was fully downed, always saying that he was overreacting because he was a kid (he was 16-17 at the time) which just wasn't true, this guy has a high pain tolerance and is used to hiding injuries from adults, and so to 1. see his party immediately heal him and for even the pacifist to start taking the fight seriously once he got seriously injured meant a ton, and 2. that they didnt immediately freak out at his blood being the 'wrong color' (his blood is blue) also meant a ton to him. this guy has issues he has so many issues. hes got some kind of complex about not being human enough and it messes him up, but the party has all been nice about him being nonhuman and it means a lot, even though he still tries to mask a lot of his nonhuman traits around them

in the future at some point the campaign is going to go back to the undersea and im trying to figure out how he would react to that. even though hes a fish and comes from the ocean, ever since he left at 16 I dont think hes ever, or at least not often, gone back. his parents were really awful, and hes scared to step very deep into the water because, even though he can breathe underwater literally, metaphorically it would feel like drowning. I think he might be able to put it aside for a little bit for the sake of the party and having to teach them how to move around underwater and stuff, but I definitely think it would mess him up pretty bad. he would also be happy to see his sister though, she's an artificer, and is probably going to be the one to give them the stuff that allows them to breathe underwater, he cares about her a ton and vice versa. ironic for him to be a fish with a fear of the ocean

fun little details about him: - he has a sending stone flavored as a seashell, his shell phone we call it, he uses it to call his sister and thats the only contact it has, and its a cowrie shell (his sisters' is a conch) - He really idolizes his sister, she pretty much raised him, she's the reason he dyes his hair white and wears it in a ponytail - This fish is transgender 💪💪💪 so is his sister too - He can bioluminesce and its one of his stims is that he makes the lights flash up and down his forearms - his name is a fish pun based on the genus perciformes

We got to do a thing recently where he was like actually scared, because he has a lot of issues with bodily autonomy and so being mind controlled is one of his worst fears/triggers, and there was/is a very real potential for that to happen, and its one of the first times the party has ever seen him scared and I love describing the changes in his body language. Most of the time he presents himself very confidently for lack of better term, very open body language, but when hes scared that changes, he doesnt lean back as much, his tail flicks, he clutches at his forearms (especially since one was recently injured when he almost died) and leaves claw marks in his leather bracers, etc

I have more I might put in another reblog bc this is getting really long

traumatized with so many issues -> 🐟

[dethbug]

dear maria count me in, ain't it fun, and bring me to life for ur choice!! :3

HI HELLO THANK YOU!!!! :,-D for this....ill do mr CFO himself... charles offdensen !!! tehe thank u again :,-) pls enjoy this gif of him ... "rapping"..............

🍷 DEAR MARIA, COUNT ME IN :: What’s your s/i’s relationship like with this character?

we have a looong slow burn, starting with becoming his assistant -- and for anyone unfamiliar with the series -- that means i was a klokateer, meaning i had my identity erased + am permitted to wear a hood [like this] ... so he genuinely knows nothing about me at the start aside from the number i was assigned once i got the job ... which makes it even more interesting once things from my past do come up, and he comes to find out im a lot more intertwined in the narrative than he'd ever thought .... HMMMMM.... but yes we do fall in love and kiss HAHJASD

🍷 AIN’T IT FUN :: When in canon does your s/i come in? Do they play a certain role in the plot?

thats a hard question to answer because im still plotting out specifics, though i have the major bullet-points down ^_^ so i dont have an EXACT answer but i want to say halfway through... season 1? because narratively its important im present for the s1 finale yk? dont quote me on that though, like i said very up in the air -- my next move is to bullet point all the episodes and figure out the timeline so i can insert fake episodes that hint at my backstory, so theres proper build up for the big NO WAY hypothetical "reveal" as if my lore was canon YOU KNOW AHJHFDS im crazy i think

🍷 BRING ME TO LIFE :: What’s the one thing that your s/i deeply regrets more than anything else? Was it something they did? Or was it something they didn’t do?

OHHH VERY HARD QUESTION bc i think there are a handful of things, but the main one is not helping pickles sooner as kids? LET ME EXPLAIN-- i know we're talkin' abt charles here but even in the timeline where loffdensen becomes canon, pickles is important to my insert lore ^_^

idk if this needs a content/trigger warning but i do briefly touch on a**ction / a*use / n*gl*ct in the below segment!!! nothing graphic, just generally kinda heavy subject matter

so, in my canon pickles and i grew up as neighbors and were close from day 1, meaning i knew about the ab*se/n*gl*ct caused by his parents-- but we always had each other ... i was there for him yk

but in rehabklok we find out his first drink was when he was 6, and i think as his a**iction gradually spiraled as he grew into his teen years, resulting in him keeping more things from me and generally distancing himself from me :-( so i think when he was kicked out [presumably at age 16-17, unsure if we have a canon age for when this happened, i just remember he was a teenager] he fully cut me out -- not because of anything i did, he just wasnt in the right emotional/mental place to accept help because he was angry and hurting ... and spiraling into a world of a**iction as i said :-( i think id carry the burden of the idea that maybe if i had found a way to help him sooner he wouldnt have gone down that path, even though logically i knew that wasnt true bc we were both just kids who only had one another looking out for each other -- and i tried in smaller ways but he already felt too far away for me to reach yk DONT WORRY all this gets resolved in my canon and things are good -- if anyone is kind enough to read all this and wants to know more id love to answer any questions anyone happens to have !!!! anyone taking any ounce of interest in my writing means the universe to me and even that is an understatement DSFHJSJHD SO THANK U

[aroace-poly-show]

tell me everything about your ocs. please

YES OMG

so we have a few choices here!!! some are more developed than others simply bc i thought about them more but theres at least a little bit of lore for everyone here!! ill add an asterisk* besides those who arent fully fleshed out :]

ill be adding a summary of them beside them :]

notes: its a fantasy world (bc i find them more fun to do since i can just go apeshit with designs and loreand shit) so very few of these guys are just human, most are some kind of species which ill specify beside them so just ask for more details if you’re curious!!

these are also not *full* summaries im leaving out some stuff so ask if you want anything specific elaborated on!! (please ask im so so happy to explain ive had this in my head for months and ive told exactly one person so im more than happy to keep ranting)

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vesper: one of the first ones i actually thought up, pretty traumatized older brother to rumi!! has issues with dealing with grief and guilt over his dead bf. tree/plant person (i never gave any official names, but just think of those “[insert thing] as a person” designs!!), specifically based off a cherry blossom tree!! (im planning to draw his quick ref sheet next :D), has a big big sword!!

rumi: vesper’s younger sister!! also traumatized lol, main event that caused it was the same thing as vesper (it was this big deal i can go more into detail on later, its their motivations for like 90% of what they do), dealing with issues after essentially being left to cope and (try to, it didn’t exactly work out the best;;) all by herself/growing up too fast after mentioned event. even though shes younger shes taller than vesper and will never not make fun of him for it. very playful with her brother!! has a big big battle axe that i had so much fun drawing. also tree person, shes based off a willow tree :D, but shes missing her branch/antler thingies.

unma*: dead bf. liiiiitle bit of a femboy. he was really kind to vesper and loved him a lot and FEELS SO BAD about what happened. literally all he wants in his afterlife is for vesper to MOVE THE FUCK ON. desperately just wants vesper to be happy again even though hes dead and gone. honestly same goes for rumi, even though they werent as close as vesper and unma had been, rumi still really cared for him and looked up to him and feels awful about his death, and unma here just wants them both to stop holding on so tight to what happened, move on as best they can, and be happy again. (they’re both getting there eventually tho <3)

dorian: friends with ebony!! also vespers new very very loving bf (although where i left off in my lil imagined storyline theyre not OFFICIAL just yet bc technically in the storyline i havent gotten to that point, but i do already have many interactions imagined already lol), also in turns becomes friends w/ rumi :D. really nice guy, a wandering medic/healer who generally prefers to not kill anyone or attack unprovoked (but he will make exceptions,,,), has some guilt associated with those he couldn’t save, but handles it MUCH better than vesper… (but to be fair its not a very high bar to cross), carries around an umbrella that doubles as a fighting staff. really devoted to helping as many people as he can. as shown in the ref sheet, while i, again, dont have like any official name for his kind hes got those horns and a tail!! (mostly bc i enjoy drawing them hehe)

ebony*: very shy and really really sweet spider girl who lives in a library with a ghost boy!! shes actually trans :D. honestly a little bit of an anxious mess, similar personality to sucrose (genshin) and kohane (project sekai). aside from the ghost kid she lives with, she doesnt talk to many people, and doesnt have much contact with her family since they didnt have a great reaction to her coming out. theyre also kind of overbearing. for her design, honestly shes incredibly similar to muffet from undertale.

ghost kid*: sorry i have like,,, so little on him. i swear i had a name for him but ive COMPLETELY forgotten. if you have name suggestions give me them pls. i do remember how he died though, feel free to ask about that since it technically involves the town ebony lives in too. i do know he has a cute lil paper crown though <3

weiss: mature lesbian gal. shes pretty smart and serious and especially enjoys working with mechanical stuff. literally made herself a fucking gun. what a girlboss. she used to work as a doctor bc she really wanted to help her partner who has a pretty serious illness, but the place she worked for ended up doing pretty fucked up stuff “in the name of research” and she unwittingly helped in those projects. feels really guilty for it but shes still determined to find someway to save her partner. technically on the run with said partner, and they do lil shows together!!

jex: weiss’s partner!!! originally they were inspired by that specific kind of childish character where theyre like “lets play a game heehee!!!” *tries to fucking murder you* “what a fun game :D” (i love these kinds of characters), but theyre not exactly that extreme. however they do really enjoy doing incredibly risky things acting like its a game. just straight up gambles with death constantly bc they find it exciting. their illness really held them back when they were younger, pretty much never allowed to do anything by their parents since they were trying to extend their lifespan by as much as possible, and they felt like they missed out a lot on just enjoying the life they did have, so thats their goal for the rest of their life. they’ve mostly accepted their inevitable death (which pisses weiss the fuck off) and they really just want to enjoy the time they do have with their loved ones doing what they find fun. they also have a big fucking double scythe. because i was gonna give somebody here a synth and rumi already had the battle axe.

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those are all the characters that i can remember so far, if im missing one ill do an update lol

THIS IS SO MUCH MORE THAN I THOUGHT ITD BE HELP

again, feel free to ask any questions id love to answer them